1. My beloved neither visits nor is visited
And towards continuing with me, aloofness

2. My eyes, their tears do not dry up
Punishing, their downpour is abundant

3. On a face, my qualities hover over
So they drown in beauty or get confused

4. As if wine nourishes his cheeks
And it suffices you what mint adorns it

5. The sleepy eyes, it wounds them if
It lingers above his cheek, red

6. The cane's straight body and it walks
With a thin, erect branch that fills his wrap