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