1. My tears revealed the secret of my heart impetuously,
Establishing a description that had before been denied.

2. An intelligent heart whose breath does not surrender passion,
And an overflowing eyelid whose breath does not surrender tears.

3. I was created with a heart like this, with passion.
My love does not appear and my love does not hide.

4. I perished and I knew nothing but the ecstasy that gave me sorrow,
And I died and I knew nothing but the separation that gave me demise.

5. So here I stand between despair and hope,
Turning my eyes neither forward nor backward.

6. I cry out when I feel the presence of love,
And if it is absent, my tongue does not speak a word.

7. I lost you, but remembering you gives me consolation,
And he who loses the described does not lose the description.

8. Every road to you conveys me,
And though I return, I seek the purest spring.

9. Increase me in the passion and impetuosity that is in me,
Making me savor it all the more, the more it makes me weak.

10. Were it not for you, I would not harbor any love or passion,
And were it not for you, I would not suffer any darkness or light.