Let me never forget my abode at Wána and my saying to…

Let me never forget my abode at Wána and my saying to camel-riders as they departed and arrived,
'Stay beside us a while that we may be comforted thereby, for I swear by those whom I love that I am consoled (by thinking of you).'
If they set out they will journey with the most auspicious omen, and if they halt they will alight at the most bountiful halting-place.
’Twas in the glen of the valley of Qanát I met them, and my last sight of them was between an-Naqá and al-Mushalshal.
They watch every place where the camels find pasturage, but they pay no heed to the heart of a lover led astray.
O camel-driver, have pity on a youth whom you see breaking colocynth when he bids farewell,
Laying his palms crosswise on his bosom to still a heart that throbbed at the noise of the (moving) howdah.
They say, 'Patience!' but grief is not patient. What can I do, since patience is far from me?
Even if I had patience and were ruled by it, my soul would not be patient. How, therefore, when I have it not?