1. If I give my soul, how can I blame
When it aimed and hit the target

2. It went straight to my heart with a piercing arrow
In it the arrows of predetermined fate

3. O heart, do not grieve for the occurrence of passion
And be patient, for events do not last

4. Hearts of people before you knew what passion is
And fate made them taste what it dictates

5. Reasons flow with their people, so when they flow
Reasons are suppressed and dreams stagger

6. Did I know, while events are numerous
That events are fading and will cease

7. It harmed my liver, and I did not expose it
My liver's innocent greeting unto you

8. And I say to whoever stirs its cups
Your cups are empty and worries upright

9. It did not flow between my ribs except as
The jars flowed with it and the cup poured