1. Oh bliss, woe is me because of you, oh cruel one
You have tortured me unjustly, enough of what is in it

2. I see you three times a day, yet
I get nothing but the cold glance

3. By Allah, if you knew my story
You would not then be pleased with my state

4. Rather you would be a helper for me in my estrangement
And you would be merciful to my pain

5. You were sick for days and did not appear
In them my innermost being remained bleak

6. I ask people about you, inquiring
And humbly pray for your well-being

7. Until when you shone, oh my wish
God lightened my afflictions for me

8. Good tidings, oh my heart, for she has awoken
Going again to her playground

9. A queen among her friends
I wish I was among the attendants

10. Oh rose sending its lights
Abundantly upon the universe from the highlands

11. Oh mistress of the handkerchief, from under it
A spring of beauty, pure and unsullied

12. I implore you by Islam, do not kill
Your brother in your religion, oh cruel one