1. To God I complain of the injustice of a hostile fate
I have fallen captive into its hands, so it has forsaken me

2. And after being far from sorrows, or they being patient with me
Even if I am close to the memory of their covenants

3. When will the heart speak of their thoughts
My secret and my public are equal in the sitting circle

4. So O heart, be patient for the nights even if you desire
Melt like wax between a throb and fires

5. May fate have mercy on me and reunite us
And fulfill my promise after waiting and sorrows