1. O father of the sea and the days are cutting
And longing tires between the soul and the soul

2. For missing you I have sorrows in which I stayed up
As if I am putting my palms on embers

3. No blame if I did not give light
Until you extend to it the palm of the lighter

4. I used to confide the secret of longing in turtledoves
But I feared it would transgress on the turtledoves