1. She writes on her cheek with her tears
Lines of red sorrow for my distance

2. She says as the lute grieves for the companion
When will my weeping eyes be consoled by the lute

3. So I said fill your cheek so the tears would be a ransom
Until I see my palms filled with dust

4. She said ride the night to the full moon
I said yes and was convinced of attaining the joy

5. Our hope revolved around my right hand
And swore it must reach the left hand