1. O dweller of my heart, my eyes
Have wept with yearning

2. I have not been absent from him a moment
Such is the religion of love

3. The heart is forbidden
To be touched by anyone else

4. Even if your love burns it completely
With the embers of passion

5. The essence of existence and its brilliance
Withdraws from everything else for you

6. And love has folded for you
A heart, and what a good folding!

7. His heart prides itself
On being infatuated with you

8. Whenever its contents are folded
Into perfection, it contains

9. Oh, the time that has passed
With the beloved in seclusion

10. In it I purified my intention
And intended for the lover what he intended