1. Leave off, O sickness, him who is the heart's beloved!
For it is I, not he, who feels the pain.

2. How has sickness come to dwell in a body
That was created from his perfect grace?

3. O what an anguish that has cloven asunder
The cornerstone of my heart while it was healed!

4. They have denied me the right to visit him,
Yet my heart's love for him remains inviolate.

5. They have judged that I am evilly disposed to him,
While I accept what they have judged.

6. They have falsely deemed my love a madness,
Would that they had said what they knew!

7. They accuse me of love for him,
While accusations of love are themselves a madness.

8. My Lord, make them content with their lie
And take vengeance on them for what they claimed.

9. Heal a soul that You Yourself did create,
For with You is the one who makes whole or makes sick.