1. Mix me a cup with the water of the Tigris,
For I am tired of Euphrates' water.

2. And I lament the days of yore with my complaint,
The adversities that befell me and the pleasures that spared me.

3. For in less than what I remember
There is excuse for weeping eyes.

4. In the bereavement I witnessed
There is joy for beholding eyes.

5. I wish tears could be ransomed,
So that his eyes would spare hers the tears.