1. I planted a garden in my heart with tears,
My breaths in it are distinguished by love.

2. The spark of passion strikes between my ribs,
No trace appears, no secret emerges.

3. I slipped in the love of love, then I tested it;
In it, patience and union were lacking.

4. Increase of love for the soul means decrease of its body,
The condensed essence may be deemed little.

5.
I claimed that in your love I am fulfilling,

6. While to you I am wandering in passion.
I renounced but, save you, necessarily,

7. For seeing you is sweetest to my heart and most guarded.
My time is spent desiring and coveting,

8. No ailment can heal, no promise be kept.
I boasted to a beloved who humiliates me by his might,

9. And the rags of this humiliation, that is honor.
He turned his face from me so I stay as if

10. The ribs of the bow are fixed between my ribs.
Overtly and covertly my reins are in his hands,