1. My nights are filled with sorrow and youthfulness
She kept it hidden, so separation translates from her

2. So migrate from me or I will perish from your perceptiveness
And my skin is prey for it and spoils

3. To gladden the abode of ribs, for it
Is safe under the rule of youth, submissive

4. So if tormenting the enamored in passion
Then my heart in its passion is blissful