1. Distant is he to complain to you of his love,
A captive of passion in your calmness lies his bridle.

2. A sorrowful lover with grieving heart, his sighing increased,
And his greetings exhale in the folds of the breeze.

3. He wept the day the one bent with love flew his nest,
A weeping most bitter that makes his love grow.

4. Knowing that the one who left is clear to be united,
And that the cooing of doves are his delegations.

5. My intimate friend in the bareness where the garden overlooks,
And the musk of the soil has opened its seal.