1. O hero whom I named
A sword to cut off the worries of the anxious one

2. Why do I see you cut the rope of my love
And my visit before the separation of my passions

3. And I think your ghost became like you, cruel
As it avoided, O gentle one, my bed

4. By God, if not for my love owning you
And your love, O Aboud, the most generous intercessor

5. I would have known how to say, except I
Am a man created with continuous loyalty

6. If the time of youth returned to me and this greying
Overflowed my tears over it