Lament

My father be the ransom of him for whose sake I melted with anguish!

My father be the ransom of him for whose sake I died of fear!

The blush of shame on his cheek is the whiteness of dawn conversing with the 
Redness of eve

They left me at al-Uthayl and an-Naqá

Who will compose my distracted thoughts?

Who will relieve my pain?

Guide me to him!

Who will ease my sorrow?

Who will help a passionate lover?

Whenever I keep secret the torments of desire

My tears betray the flame within and the sleeplessness

They left me at al-Uthayl and an-Naqá

And whenever I say, 'Give me one look!
The answer is, 'Thou art not hindered but for pity's sake.'

My father, my father, my father