1. O you who reproach me, ask about my torment, ask,
If you think it has ceased for my loved ones, ask.

2. And blame not a lover whose eyelids have pleaded
For his state has made clear what was once unclear.

3. He discarded his mantle when passion disrobed,
And saw violation in this love he extolled.

4. O you who made lawful my blood with your leaving,
And with your desertion my patience annulled.

5. Gently, for my eyes from the embers of yearning
Have maddened with tears that incessantly streamed.

6. My tears flow in torrents, my patience is barren,
And my heart in the garb of passion is creamed.