Why do you stare so intently at my face, O young man?

Perhaps there is a sign of that passion in my face?

Perhaps you see the brand of love on my face?

Between the brands, it is written: 'We have truly sent it down.'

I desire a thousand musk pods and a thousand stomachs

For the water of Khidr is delicious, and I suffer from dropsy

What fidelity do you seek from one who has become heartless?

When the heart departs, fidelity and cruelty also depart

By the right of this ruined heart and your well-built beauty

The treasure of your memory is pleasant in this ruin of ours

The clamor and wailing of souls from the direction of the unknown

Awakened me from the sleep of the world last night at the time of prayer

Shall I speak of the wailing, or of the beauty that makes one wail?

From the wailing, the ear worships, from his beauty, that very eye

There is no rest for you for a moment, my brother

See how desires pull you in every direction

You are like a ball in the midst of a hundred polo sticks

Running sometimes to the head of the field and sometimes from head to foot

Where is the king's intention, and where is the intention of the ball?

Where is the stature of the beloved, and where is the sound of the call to prayer?

From the boiling of my longing for you, I roared like the sea

Tell (it), O wise king, and O pearl that makes the sea eloquent