1. The wings of passion have clipped my wings, so I cannot fly,
Though the clipped may hope again to flutter and to fly.

2. My eyes rained tears in the empty quarter, and I called
To the quarter of intimates - how lonesome and shy!

3. Indeed we saw you were the rain of our eyes,
While that from which we drew rain left us dry.

4. We drank it, and became more lovesick and confused,
Can two eyes quench what flared up in the soul?

5. May God heal the livers of lovers from passion,
And stop the tongue of tears from them - how much it let fly!

6. They were martyred by chaste love, and if union revived them,
They'd have died again - union gives life to then die.

7. I'm passionate for one whose gait mimics the graceful deer,
And whose posture mimics the bending branches of trees.

8. An intimate of beauty hunted my heart with his glance,
A peacock of beauty nested in my heart and took roost.

9. I set out to be patient despite his radiant face,
But I cannot help but see him and feel amazed.

10. Strong and patient was I, yet he tamed me.
It's sorrow enough that the lion was felled by the fly.