1. My torment tortures with the sweetness of remembrance,
And he whose arrow is dripping from my blood of annihilation,

2. He has shot me from his eyes with sickness and melancholy,
So they streamed through each limb and joint,

3. And blame reproached me through him, and I did not respond,
And how can one console the miserable afflicted one?

4. And the tears of my eyes have overwhelmed me,
Flowing from them like the tears of one in dissolution.