Due to the separation of your moon-like face we are being consumed,
How long do we compromise and be consumed with this teasing sorrow?
Your separation will be never finished so that you can appear,
In all ages you are in comfort and we are around the needs.
The day will come when you open the door and unveil,
That we sacrifice our lives for you.
If through the hint a promise is given by the beloved,
Till the after life we will become ecstatic and we are enjoying.
If only I imagine that there would be a shelter in your abode,
Neither towards the idol temple nor towards Hijāz we will set off.
From the hidden curve, hidden from the aliens,
Pour wine into our cup as we are confidant.