1. O hoarder of wealth, to which my eyes
Have always aspired for delight
ูก. ูุง ูุงุจูุถู ุงูู
ุงูู ุงูููุฐู ููู
ุชูุฒูู
ุนูููู ุฅููู ุจููุฌูุชููู ุชูุทู
ูุญู
2. And he who wounds me with his glance
Can heal with the smile of his cheek
ูข. ููู
ูู ุฅูุฐุง ุฌูุฑููุญููู ููุญุธููู
ุบูุฏุง ุจูููุญุธู ุฎูุฏูููู ููุฌุฑูุญู
3. By God, I wonโt stop being playful
With my poems about you, I wonโt quit
ูฃ. ุชูุงููููู ูุง ุฃููููููู ู
ูุณุชููุชูุฑุงู
ูููู ุจูุฃูุดุนุงุฑู ูููุง ุฃูุจุฑูุญู
4. Bitterness torments me for a sweet hoarder
Who is salted when he passes by
ูค. ููุนุฐูุจู ูู ุงูุฅูุญู
ุงุถู ูู ูุงุจูุถู
ุญูููู ุฅูุฐุง ู
ุง ู
ูุฑูู ููุณุชูู
ููุญู