1. To God I complain of my state, for with Him is the place of complaint.
He has kept from me the object of my love through affection shown to me.

2. By my life, lovers in what befalls them,
are more deserving to be wept over than the dead.

3. Passion kills some people so they find
rest from trouble, hardship, and affliction.

4. Yet through it other people live when they attain their passion,
and I have become among them, neither living nor dead.

5. Indeed I am the most wretched of people if this state of mine persists
and the longed for union does not bring happiness in this world.

6. Behold, the sun of the land, it is said to me,
has walked upon a sun - so blessed, doubly blessed is she!

7. Say to her from me: what is it that delights you
in killing me? Is there no life left in you for me?

8. You bar me from complaining of my love-sickness -
if the other knew, she would bear the other's burden.