1. A love for whom, if you made him happy
He would not stay up a night where you lulled him to sleep

2. He is distraught with yearning for you
So his eyes for that are his pillow

3. How much has he recited poetry in the long night for you
O long night, when will it end

4. He is tempted by coquetry, so coquette with him
It does not fix him, but corrupts him

5. My Lord, your lover, how much he comes close
In love to You, and You distance him

6. And why do his tears profess
Ecstasy with Your love, and You deny it

7. It cannot be You, and he has no peace
From Your door, a day where You expel him

8. Do not ever suppose his critic
With blame in You could counter him