1. My hopes are few, though my sighs are plenty,
From a beloved so distant and aloof from my heart.

2. The full moon harbored exquisite meanings,
Each meaning transcends the moon in the sky.

3. O my remedy for every incurable illness,
My refuge, where is my refuge from me?

4. From you came my joy and my sighs, my anguish,
My passion, my comfort, my tribulation.

5. My humility, my fear, my submission,
My sickness, my health, my languishing.

6. My excuse - O love! - for the unjust one,
My sickness from him, and in his hands, my remedy.

7. If there is harm in passion for the impassioned one,
Then my passion is for the Seal of the Prophets.