1. My thoughts overflow with passion,
How much passion has a soul, a soul that comes and goes,

2. And knocked are the doors by the determined men,
And how steadfast are the determined, crying out,

3. O driver of the carriage, he craves the fever,
Truly for those faces is the morning,

4. He withstands hunger for them and thirst,
He strives at night for the morning,

5. By God, if you meet the living ones,
Remember my tears and the pure vows,

6. For I love the living ones,
And those who left for God and went away,

7. They have in my heart and mind vast dwellings,
In nearness and distance, spacious homes,

8. They stirred my thoughts only to rejoice,
And tears from my eyes flow like pouring rain,

9. And my eyes saw no sun rising,
Except their life gleaming to the eyes,

10. Passion - oh what an inviter of afflictions!
So submit, and do not fall in love my seafaring brother.