1. The heart concealed the secret, the talent divulged it,
The tear then proclaimed it openly.

2. Tears have a tongue that laments sorrow, an eloquent tongue,
And when tears flow, sighs speak of complaint.

3. Oh beloved ones - how often separation has scattered us.
When will we be reunited? When will we meet again?

4. What else can the sorrowful heart conceal?
After you, I am like leaves on their branches, ever sighing,

5. But my tears flow continually,
Mingled with blood by my tortured heart.

6. Oh you who blame me for staying up while the well-wishers sleep!
Fear passes the wakeful by, and visits the carefree sleeper.

7. Oh what regrets greet me every morning and bid me farewell every eve!
Of my wit and the rubble of my prime, only rubble remains.

8. The world has grown dear to them, and an oppressive age has separated them.
Without them I am dead, though my wretched body remains,

9. Containing a soul tormented by gloom or dawn.
Rarely does it remain, and how can the soul remain with such torture?

10. Will there be no meeting to relieve this sorrow, or a death to bring peace?