Nostalgic Rhapsody and Love Complaint

Is it a reminder of neighbors in Dhul Salam
You mixed tears that flowed from a pan with blood?

Or did the wind blow at the direction of Kazma
and the lightning flashed in the darkness from Idham?

What is the matter with your eyes if you say, “Stop worrying”? And what is the matter with your heart if you say, “Wake up?”

Does the boy think that love is mixed
somewhere between it being harmonious and turbulent?

Were it not for passion, you would not have shed tears over a raindrop, nor would you have shed tears at the remembrance of enlightenment and knowledge.

So how can you deny love after the calamity of tears and sickness bore witness to it?

And the feeling has proven two lines of lesson and thought
like the spice on your cheeks and the grapes

Yes, the shadow of the one I love passed through and made me anxious
And love opposes pleasures with pain

O you who blame me in virginal passion, excuse me
from me to you, and if you were fair, you would not be blamed

I have prepared for you my condition, neither my secret is hidden
from informants nor my disease is hidden
from informers

You have given me advice, but I do not listen to it
Indeed, the one who loves the humiliated is in a deaf state

I have been accused of the advice of gray hair in my grief
and gray hair is farther from advice than accusations.