1. I wept, but not the weeping of clouds,
And I lamented, but not the laments of doves.

2. For my crying is ruled by passion,
And my wailing by clinging love.

3. No rain cloud weeps for a love-struck one,
No mournful dove for a yearning heart.

4. Of what use to the weepers is their weeping,
If, in love, they find no tender heart?

5. How can I fear fate or dread calamity,
When I have, against the vicissitudes of Time, a guardian?