1. Welcome the visitor to my tomb
However did he find his way, my ransom, to one seeking guidance?

2. However did he find by night, a lover
Who hides his sickness on the lute?

3. So I imagined the mole on his cheek
A dewdrop above a tender rose

4. And he made excuses to me about penetrating cold
Yet the affliction of my heart from him has not cooled

5. I said to him - how much wrong you do in love,
Oppressed against your servant, O my Master

6. So he said then - who is the oppressor?
I said - the one who said: who is the oppressor?