1. Had not he who deserted me come back to me
I would not have bothered with destiny

2. Dark-complexioned, with a mole,
since he pitched his tent, my afflictions have doubled

3. His cheek is Turkish, his mole Musky,
his face tells of my death from my sickness

4. He wanted my friendship and chose my distance
so my opinion is that I will die from my sickness

5. My sorrow has increased since you've been absent from me
for God's sake, pray for me and have mercy on my crying

6. Had they been fair to me they would not have left me
They would not have abandoned me to the oppression of estrangement

7. Oh heart, what is with you? We complain of your whims
Your mind is not at peace, you have opposed my opinion