1. My blamer, be gentle with one whose youth
Is wasted on you in passion and desire!

2. I am a lover guest, so show me respect—
A love guest deserves to be held in high honor.

3. When I saw the stars of Kheelan in the yard
Of your abode, I gained but sickness from that water.

4. You have wasted my young body with longing
As your idolatry wasted your idols before.

5. O blossom that dwelt in my heart while still a bud!
How did you make hell your abode and shelter?

6. Love said to my ribs, “O fire, be coolness
And safety for him!”—such torture I suffered.