1. In your eyes are the vanquishers of hearts,
God is in a chest without support.

2. It had a heart so passion prevailed over it,
It was conquered though it was among the strong.

3. And when souls revel in pleasure,
Their crimes are upon the bodies.

4. We awake yet only comfort is given to us to drink,
And sleep yet only slumber is given to us to eat.

5. My weakness, how many strong ones have I worn out,
My illness, how many healers have I exhausted.

6. O killer of eyes, for they
In the heat of what we pray, weaken the wasted.

7. They killed our hearts in their lids,
Vanquished them and surrendered in shrouds.

8. And dyed their cheeks with its blood to get rid of it
And met the lovers with darkness.