See the Effect You Have
See the effect you have from a wound deep,
The stricture of blood in the centre of the veins.
And falling tears like a stream's rush,
From heights clouds thunder and lightning.
In the darkness of time I lost my path,
Did not appear in my dark night the light.
Your waves roil and I drowned in the depths,
Of seas, waves of which crash, and deep.
To whom should I complain and because of you I am unable,
Because of the tyranny of your judge I lost my rights.
Who blames the heart of a lover tender,
But he who has not savoured the taste of love?
Oh friend of goodness, tell me, oh friend,
Be with me always pure and true.
Seeing you ignites in my insides fire,
And who endures fire and its flames?
The mountains of Asir my burden could not endure,
But would become a volcano crushed into shards.
Revives the longing breezes of fragrance,
The pulse of memory renews my thinking of you.
Towards you my heart beats,
With love breezes move with beating.
Who holds the rein of the camel in a broken hand,
Is just like he who entrusts valuables to a thief.
If thirsty from the heat so incandescent,
Now to the fount of water it rushes.
Between death and life it cannot endure,
Hard is the road even for a racing camel.
A lanner from Sham gains nothing but flapping,
Saw the prey and the escapee free.
The stricture of blood in the centre of the veins.
And falling tears like a stream's rush,
From heights clouds thunder and lightning.
In the darkness of time I lost my path,
Did not appear in my dark night the light.
Your waves roil and I drowned in the depths,
Of seas, waves of which crash, and deep.
To whom should I complain and because of you I am unable,
Because of the tyranny of your judge I lost my rights.
Who blames the heart of a lover tender,
But he who has not savoured the taste of love?
Oh friend of goodness, tell me, oh friend,
Be with me always pure and true.
Seeing you ignites in my insides fire,
And who endures fire and its flames?
The mountains of Asir my burden could not endure,
But would become a volcano crushed into shards.
Revives the longing breezes of fragrance,
The pulse of memory renews my thinking of you.
Towards you my heart beats,
With love breezes move with beating.
Who holds the rein of the camel in a broken hand,
Is just like he who entrusts valuables to a thief.
If thirsty from the heat so incandescent,
Now to the fount of water it rushes.
Between death and life it cannot endure,
Hard is the road even for a racing camel.
A lanner from Sham gains nothing but flapping,
Saw the prey and the escapee free.