1. How different a lover tortured by passion
And a carefree, playful dove

2. She cooed, so I said as my strength faded:
"Dove of the valley by the winding path

3. The fire of love has spared you, so rest
The henna on your hand witnesses your joy

4. While I am a tortured, distant soul
No helper left for me after my beloved

5. If you are happy, sorrowful one, go back
And cry for one whose eyes overflow

6. A neighbor pities and protects his own
If he were like you, his sorrows would cease

7. For we shared the same branch, so its thorns
And griefs became yours and my refuge

8. Revel in it, for you’ve grown used to its fruits
While for me remain only its embers

9. The morning breeze carried its fragrance to you
And luckily its sweetest tastes are yours

10. While you’re at ease and its fire burns my ribs