1. An eye submerged in its water has drowned
If only it had gone away or was never created

2. The soul did not leave except at its glance
So it did not weep with blood except when it was inflamed

3. O my eyelid, I will cry for it, and O my liver
With it, love and longing were tied, so it burned

4. How much, how much I complained in vain
And how much I wished, if only it had been sincere with me