1. Is there one who can help me attain bliss, though the only means to it
Are sickness and toil, and naught else in between?

2. You did not feed love, so it doubted its feeder;
You did not find me worthy, so I doubted what I felt.

3. Both closeness and distance bring estrangement and torment;
Neither nearness nor remoteness avails me.

4. My heart recalls you not in sleep, so
A shooting star startles it, or a bird's song awakens it.

5. I love you though you are slow to fulfill what you promised me;
How many who promise are late to deliver!

6. Love was not fed despair, then hope;
Had I power over her who wrongs me, my hand would suffice!

7. Neither of us forgot our stance in love, though we stand
On the pavement of separation, fading, then blazing anew.

8. I resorted to my patience, so it betrayed me,
While yearning takes from me all it can seize.