1. Souls are sacrificed for your love,
And protected from it by beauty and guarded,

2. Why does wealth make you lonesome without a lover,
Always with the loneliness of his poverty it makes friends,

3. My eyes for it are tears and crying,
And overflowing emotions and grieving cries,

4. Wherever I went I saw for it a lover,
A teardrop that mingles with my side and nestles,

5. And if you return to the truth, they are all,
Branches of a sand dune it has sheltered and planted,

6. With meaning in it the dense became gentle,
And the mountain rocks are the soft branches,

7. And the distant folded lightly so the herd animal,
Of the forest a fierce lion it alarmed and frightened,

8. And beyond that I do not hint for it is,
A secret the tongue of speech about it is silenced,

9. A matter for it and by it and from it our entities,
Were determined and our existence dressed.