All praise be to Allah, the Creator of mankind from nothingness

Praise be to the one who was chosen by Allah since eternity

My master, bless and salute always and for evermore

Your most beloved, creation's greatest entirely

Is it from thinking of neighbors past in Dhu Selemi

That you have mixed blood in tears that flow from eyes steadily?

Or blowing of wind from the direction of Kazimah,

And lightning flashing from Idum in the dark that you see?

So what is wrong with your eyes: when you say "Stop!" they just weep?

And with your heart: when you say, "Be sane!" it acts crazily?

Does one so lovestruck imagine love is concealable,

Between a downpour from it and being so fiery?

If not for passion, you would have never burst into tears

At the remains, nor lost sleep over the mount or the tree.

So how do you still deny a love to which testified

Against you true witnesses of tears and infirmity;

When grief has fixed on your cheeks canals of tears and malaise

Like branches of dogwood, red, and daffodils, yellowy?

Yes, sights of my love have come at night and kept me awake;

How love repels all delights and comforts with agony!

You critic of love so passionate, an apology

From me to you—but if you were true, you'd not censure me.

May you be spared what I bear—my secret isn't concealed

From haters, nor is there any end to my malady.

You've offered me true advice, but simply, I hear it not;

The lover is deaf to all of those who speak critically.

I've even doubted gray hair's advice when it censures me;

Although gray hair with advice is less in dubiety.