1. Had I no shame, your face I'd never veil
Would harsh words make your killer prevail?

2. My blood spilt, though by your eyes I'm slain
I see you've mastered the art of slaying men

3. Say for whose sake is this bloodlust vain?
Why beg the lightning? It will not rain

4. No hope for rain but in your lips' domain
Without my ribs, straight to your heart I’d sail

5. Place your sweet life gently on my frail
You've left me to yearn in exile, unjust

6. Have mercy, spare me this yearning, I trust
I thought I'd hide, but you discerned my must

7. Free me, my will is not yours to adjust
Never combine beauty and mean disgust

8. If your land's forbidden, we'll meet up above
In Diyar-e Gharb, and again speak of love

9. A doe and a heart - who can I reprove?
I've lost my heart and the doe that I love