II: My weeping for the beloved hath passed beyond…

My weeping for the beloved hath passed beyond all computation;
Yet the dear one is in no way affected at the sight of my tears.

Though every one of my words should be pearls of great price,
Still she doth not account them at all worthy of her ears.

Were she overcome by sleep, I would arouse her by my cries;
But though fully awake, my loved one is asleep unto me.

Like unto a writing, I speak, though with mouth covered;
But my silence surpasseth my wails and my lamentations?

When is there security for the crop of love in scorching ground!
It requireth a salamander to exist in this desert of mine.

This is not my love that separation hath parted from me:
'Tis my soul, which hath become separated from this body of mine.

I, Rahman, desire naught else than the beloved of my heart,
Should my prayer be accepted at the threshold of the Almighty.