1. Do you know that my heart is not well
And that I am disturbed by your behavior

2. I used to hunt glory all my life
But now I have become the prey of jesters

3. The miserly one gives me a cup of aloofness
And mixes it to justify my relief

4. If my life willed, it would have quenched
The heat of the heart from the embers of wounds

5. It would have made goodness beautiful
But it does not find anything but negligence

6. So give me an antidote, my dear
And call me, come to conciliation