1. If I do not die grieving for him, then I
Will taste affection with determination tomorrow.

2. O flower of the world, I cannot find
A meadow besides you that allures me with its radiance.

3. Why, when I chide my heart about you
Does it show stubbornness and vex me with its insistence?

4. And when I suggest to it your love, its virtue
Restrains it, so what can its preference be?

5. For how long will it wake and sleep in agony
From missing him, the rider feels his horse’s saddle sore?

6. With conflicting states between his passion
And refusal, his mind knows no peace.

7. I hoped his love's illness would separate us,
So I cast him away from me with its difficulty.

8. Parting from the glory of religion is the worst of illnesses,
And its cure is seeing him or hearing news of him.

9. I left him and thought there would be
A period between us, but it dragged on.

10. And I fear that separation will hurt my eyes
With his absence before their lashes blink again.

11. Pity crept in, suspecting his avoidance,
Though perhaps the kind one’s caution misled him.

12. When the gloom of despair enveloped me,
Hope shone and its pages became illuminated.

13. And I trusted in the unseen subtle kindness
That determines what the young man encounters.