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