1. Is there no help for me against relentless yearning
When the abode shifts and the companions grow few?

2. When they mention the days of Damascus, longing
Returns me to those I knew in Damascus’ arms.

3. This night has dragged on until it seems
Its star is loath to return at dawn.

4. By God, I did not willingly part from it
But what is willed shall come to be.