1. Who will inform me, O gentle companions, where my love has gone?
And who will inform me, O friends of the tribe, where are they?

2. For in the eyes of passion the tears are a veil of blindness,
And in its hearing the madness of love is deafness.

3. The paths therein are confusing, like one who wanders astray,
With no guide, or fire, or sign.

4. The delegation of jinn will thank you when you command
The words of praise that have no pain.

5. When the enemies in the fray unsheathe their swords,
The faces of victory will come to you smiling.