1. Night has grown still, and wishes are sweet.

    And my longing for the beloved is torment.

  2. Whenever slumber caresses my eyelid,

    Longing shakes me, and absence wears me down.

  3. O my beloved, love for you has worn down my heart,

    And love's anguish is like spears in my body.

  4. It set fire blazing in the hollows of my breast,

    Like a night lit by a shooting star.

  5. And I am drowned upon the heights of passion;

    My eye is filled with darkness cloaked by fog.

  6. Longing and I are victims of passion;

    Distance and absence have stolen our life.

  7. It is our fate to squander the years, sleepless;

    Our night is exile—how, then, can we return?

  8. It is our fate to love hardships and walk

    On a path where the brave man is feared.

  9. How can I meet you when the paths are snares,

    And at the door are a gatekeeper and a veil?

  10. Between us, O light of my eye, lie seas;

    Their heat and the mirage fill the eye.

  11. We seek reunion; it may be near.

    Is there any reckoning for lovers?

  12. Perhaps we will meet tomorrow and sing

    A melody of love that is a joy to sing.

  13. And tomorrow the gardens will bring forth flowers,

    And love and youth will return to us.

  14. Whenever our separation lengthens, I grow closer;

    The written word and speech unite us.

Sol 6.1