1. I have become with no wealth but hope
And that I work without work

2. And I have a persistent cunning creditor
Whose guiles have wearied my guiles

3. Nothing stands between us except
I imagined he is my appointed time

4. A lip has been sweetened by sipping
Its suckling is sweeter than attaining hopes

5. And redness has risen in a cheek
That borrows its color from the dye of shyness

6. It is, while I passed, traces of blood
From my heart, so it overflowed and dripped