1. I love you, O Layla, with the love of an ardent lover
To whom all difficulties seem easy

2. I love you with a love, that if you loved like it
The passion that afflicted me would afflict you with madness

3. Oh, have mercy on a miserable, tortured youth
Whose heart is grieved, consumed by love's fire

4. Slain by passions - his day is weeping
And his night moaning

5. He has tears that obsess me, and his heart has fires
And his eyelids pour tears from his eyes

6. Would that death came hastening
For love of singing girls is tempation