1. I wander lovesick, my heart enthralled by passion.

    And from the clouds of my eyelids, tears overflow.

  2. My circle is scattered, yet love has not departed,

    And I remember my circle once united.

  3. Alas, my sorrow! How many sobs separation brings me,

    That make bones and ribs crumble.

  4. And nothing stirred me but loudly calling doves,

    And ravens perched amid the dwellings.

  5. And no dove has ever felt grief like mine,

    Shaded by branches among the arak trees,

  6. And a falcon swooped toward her, terrifying her,

    At midmorning, while she yearned for her chicks.

  7. And a famished bird's talons had gripped her,

    Leaving gashes in her innards and her heart.

  8. Indeed, the day of parting terrified me; I could not bear

    To bid them farewell—parting indeed strikes terror.

  9. Ah, my liver, when their riding camels were made to kneel,

    And camel litters and girth-straps were fastened for love!

  10. And the reproaching women came toward me, blaming me,

    But I do not obey the reproaching women's words.

Sol 6.1