1. The enmity of time is long in its scheming
How many events has it hurled at me, their happening

2. The gazelle of companionship, my heart its resting place at noon
And my heart its howl, and its misfortunes

3. How many times have I cried out from the misery of the abode
But my intention did not help my crying out

4. And tears flow down my eyelids steadily
Running in streams, in threes and fours

5. Fearing that he would break his vow, and that he would show
His feelings and passions to another but me

6. But if Ahmed bin Ali
Wished to band his cloak, fearing its unraveling