1. It is love, so let the lovers be torn by yearning
And healing often comes from shedding tears of regret

2. How much in its remnants are preoccupations and how much
Melancholy, and in the light of passion what was hidden appeared

3. A breeze I had gotten used to guided me to it
So my heart affirmed it while my eyes denied it

4. What a heart that does not tire of passion
And what eyes that do not tire of looking

5. I kiss the traces of that era as one enamored
So I was nothing but a monk who kissed images

6. How excellent to kiss her from her slayer
I am the ardent lover whose blood flowed

7. Adam cried over the gardens before me, but
I only looked at the outline of the dwellings and did not look

8. In his tribulation there was none like me, and thus
Through what his helpmate desired, man was made miserable

9. And in the folds of my chest is the voice of my beloved
The murmur of jest on the nights of passion turned yellow

10. Indeed days have erased the traces of our love
So excellent if time would freeze tears

11. To string them into a necklace befitting her neck
But what is in the heart is more precious than pearls

12. She loved the hyacinth flowers
With its fragrance and color settled in her eyes

13. So how many bouquets have I picked for her chest
And it was like a flowering branch in my hand it drooped

14. And I love her and I love the hyacinth
Melting between her breasts and flourishing in my innermost depth

15. And I still have a bouquet after her
Like my body and my withered heart from distress

16. Oh how many nights I spent under its full moon
A confidant of flowers he gathered who was patient

17. So I passionately kissed in it the breath of the lily
One evening, and her sickly eyes arouse numbness

18. As if I closed its eyelids with my mouth
With a heavenly light descending onto my innermost depth

19. Like that the morning breeze
Withered the eyelids of the flowers and the greens

20. By your life, there is no scent in the garden of roses
Like the scent of hair in my hand that came undone and scattered

21. So I said to her and the night donned his robe
And morning broke beating with the first rays of dawn

22. And her eyelids had withered like jasmine
And if the eyes take a rest, the heart does not tire

23. I got bored of bliss I would have never gotten bored of
So excellent if we lived like this forever

24. I swear by passion if our night lasted or was long
I would be despite the enemies the happiest of people

25. Narrate the thick foliage the tales of lovers on a night of wakefulness
An evening we spent between water and greenery

26. We see death in slumber and life in staying up
And our vessel sailing on your waters

27. On which my heart melted and tears scattered
So I embraced her where the branches had embraced

28. And kissed her where the breeze sighed to us
Oh you kisses which defeated darkness

29. And oh you hugs which made the trees shake
From intensely embracing her, her necklace came undone

30. So I emptied the night’s darkness from its light and fled
And as she gathered its beads I emptied her palm

31. Illuminated, the dew dripping upon it
She said, “Like this you scattered my necklace recklessly”

32. I said to her, “In love, what is hazard so trivial”
Does my heart not have intercession in your love

33. And the biggest sin in affection is forgivable
You opened the hand of heavens so dew scatters

34. And under the hands of archers strings are cut
And I recited to her the poetry of youth so she bent

35. And said, “Won’t you spare me and not abandon me”
For your poetry my innermost depth melted into my tears

36. So my sorrowful recital melts even stones for it
I said my wounds in tribulation are many

37. So excellent a wound which the hero takes pride in
I cried over my heart to heal it with my tears

38. And after the withering of the branch rain does not benefit
An Iraqi woman possessed my heart for her

39. The charms of Baghdad whose flair became well-known
I tell her that the glory of a nation has tortured me

40. Whose merits are caves and whose sons are treasures
Oh daughter of my uncle, love of your land is connected

41. My heart with your heart - thus my honor commanded
Its supremacy shines over this cheek

42. So I mock the wicked fate if it betrays
For your sake I love it and for its sake I love

43. Your cheek, indeed love between them has branched
We have a nation we grieve over while its sword

44. Against the length of what exhausted its enemies broke
But it has returned white, drawn

45. And its star between the stars has blossomed
It will regain from its plunder glory and sublimity

46. And gather under the flag the bedouin and the settled
For eyes like Canopus joyfully opening

47. The sky of an innermost depth - its light has shone
For you to look longingly to it as longingly fell

48. To the sea the shooting star that flared up
And its farewell after it the wishes were lost

49. As tears from our eyelids helplessly streamed
I cried a stranger's cry over a stranger's crying

50. And said to her the power does not defeat fate
So she stayed showing me herself in her tears

51. And I stayed remembering her the moral lessons
Greeted with life and light and birds and foliage

52. The garden from its blossoming flowers scattered
For her is goodness - I keep her favor

53. It sufficed me, her company on the loneliness of travel
Do you not see how light smiles to darkness

54. And how the clouds' veil lifts it the moon
From my poetry her passion and remembrance have perfumed

55. As the scent of roses from the gentlest boxes perfumed
Oh you melting specter of the one in love

56. Like that you torment who loved and remembered
I see you a companion in intimacy and seclusion

57. Showing me ruins from my bliss which you covered
Does it seduce you that today I am a poet

58. Crying over my strings after inspiration has departed?
Does the fever of poetry haunt you and the flowers have rung out

59. From the azure dome and the wave crashed?
While your heart flutters and your head weighs heavy

60. So the world trembles from what gushed out of them
It is the voice so listen to it and turn away from the echo

61. And live empty and be disturbed by the melodies of one who sang poetry
For how many nights like bereavement are its worries -

62. Long while the lives of the most noble are short
Apparitions followed one another in it and obsessive thoughts of all kinds came bringing the head heavy thoughts

63. If I opened my eyes to its darkness
What was like embers would fly off from my eyelids