1. You turned to me until when you saw me clearly
I saw you gliding in the image of the full moon

2. You frowned and your glance brought me no joy
As shyness veiled you with cover

3. If my eyes you see not worthy of a glance
Towards you, not holding to the reins of the matter

4. Then how much have my eyes wept over you
Enduring the night's length with wakefulness and remembrance

5. And my eyes will not be quenched from the ever flowing tears
Over you, even if I cried until the day of resurrection