Between an-Naqá and La‘la‘ are the gazelles of Dhát al-Ajra‘

Between an-Naqá and La‘la‘ are the gazelles of Dhát al-Ajra‘,
Grazing there in a dense covert of tangled shrubs, and pasturing.
New moons never rose on the horizon of that hill
But I wished, from fear, that they had not risen.
And never appeared a flash from the lightning of that fire-stone
But I desired, for my feeling's sake, that it had not flashed.
O my tears, flow! O mine eye, cease not to shed tears!
O my sighs, ascend! O my heart, split!
And thou, O camel-driver, go slowly, for the fire is between my ribs.
From their copious flow through fear of parting my tears have all been spent,
So that, when the time of starting comes, thou wilt not find an eye to weep.
Set forth, then, to the valley of the curving sands, their abode and my death-bed—
There are those whom I love, beside the waters of al-Ajra‘—
And call to them, 'Who will help a youth burning with desire, one dismissed,
Whose sorrows have thrown him into a bewilderment which is the last remnant of ruin?
O moon beneath a darkness, take from him something and leave something,
And bestow on him a glance from behind yonder veil,
Because he is too weak to apprehend the terrible beauty,
Or flatter him with hopes, that perchance he may be revived or may understand.
He is a dead man between an-Naqá and La‘la‘.'
For I am dead of despair and anguish, as though I were fixed in my place.
The East Wind did not tell the truth when it brought cheating phantoms.
Sometimes the wind deceives when it causes thee to hear what is not (really) heard.