1. Though I cannot number the backbiters,
They learned guile from your eyes and slander,

2. God will not disappoint my thoughts regarding them,
What did they see in me that roused envy?

3. They angered you, so the neck bent down
And the eyelids cracked and the cheek flushed,

4. And they met an ear, small and soft,
So they made it hear what they made no one hear,

5. Were it not for watching out for your eyes I would say:
Look with your eyes - did I leave any skin?

6. God orphaned a heart that lost its one,
Unjustly, and it took no child but love,

7. And the soul of a pouring rain whose love prolonged its exile,
Fears if it returns it will not recognize the body,

8. Leave the trysts - I am dying of thirst
And the trysts have water that tastes of no echo,

9. You call and I have no liver to run,
So who will lend me a liver in this world?