1. O son of the trustee, and enough is my ancestry
Of the noble houses, its trustee

2. She complains to her Lord
Since longing in it grew long

3. It is a banner raised
For glory, and it is her right

4. Why did he abandon her when she
Turned to him with her sorrows

5. Feeling has stirred in
The gentle heart its calm

6. So she turned to the supplicant for him
And her eyes borrowed him

7. For she was long crazed by him
And the beloved's madness sufficed her