1. Who will aid me against Nawar’s clan?

    Who will deliver me from these sorrows?

  2. They watched her and barred her; yet there is nothing

    between me and the trysting place but a wall.

  3. My heart was not content with love’s ruin

    and flame, so I fed it still more with wine.

  4. In drinking wine, I see myself only

    as one seeking rescue from the sword with fire.

  5. Love has humbled me, my tormentress, after

    pride in my merit and haughtiness.

  6. My life is hateful to me, now that you have turned

    away from me, despite my stature and renown.

  7. Promise me that I shall hear my people’s news

    after my death—of the calamity befallen poetry.

  8. And now I drink the poison of my own choosing,

    and cast myself beneath the train,

  9. scorning everyone who deemed it shameful—

    my flight from anguish into sin.

  10. I find no way to forget this life

    like the tale of my passion and suicide.

  11. The life hereafter is purer and more enduring

    once the All-Ruling, All-Forgiving grants pardon.

  12. My Lord, I cannot avert what You decree;

    so grant me patience in the face of fate.

Sol 6.1