To gaze upon any beauty but yours is forbidden to me,

And no speech but yours is speech to me

And the lifespan of an eagle with you is but part of a day,

While an hour with others is year after year

And to endure separation from you is impossible for me,

And nothing can slay me but being weaned from you

When I behold you, all my worries vanish,

But if you are absent, death draws near to me

I long to sit in your company,

And for tents to be pitched for me in your abode

So heal, through union, one made ill by separation,

Who wanders lovestruck for you whenever the doves coo

The tale of his love for you is ancient,

And the garment he wears from love is sickness

For among all origins, you are the noblest origin,

And if you so will, my desire shall be fulfilled

Through you, difficult matters become easy,

So bestow your kindness generously, O noble ones

And none but you are worthy of such generosity,

So how could one who dwells in your courtyards ever be wronged