1. O heart, do not grow weary of what you suffer
In love, or what you endure,

2. He who does not taste the bitter of its remedies
Falls sick and finds no doctor to heal him.

3. If in you rests a speck of love for them
Or a ray flashes from you,

4. How great the bliss in remembering them!
Happy the heart in which their love dwells.

5. How sweet the torment, if they are pleased with me
As their abject slave, even if they spurn me!

6. So curses betide whoever they would ransom me from!
The Master of masters from those who owe me loyalty.