1. He who weeps over a lost love
I weep but for my own folly

2. Her charms enthralled me, led me on
And my soul followed helplessly

3. Her beauty intricately woven
None now can recreate such perfection

4. As if the delicacy of her threads
Were drawn from lovers' sighs

5. As if her eyelashes fashioned
By hands that gently intertwined

6. As if her ornaments were a peacock
Strutting, fanning its plumes

7. A splendid robe, renewed by beauty
No ragged threads or seams

8. How many a token from a sweetheart
Tucked between its folds

9. A kiss from sweet lips that cooled
The burning anguish in my liver

10. With loving words that calmed
My troubled, restless heart

11. Her touch made the wine cup gleam
Tracing patterns in the dregs

12. My ring binding her pact
If I let her take it from my hand

13. Her veil guarded my cup
Whenever it was filled or crowned

14. Her writing erased the books
Its beauty showed in the pages' tracks

15. But fate has claimed her, it is prone
To dark, destructive ways

16. Now, she flaunts herself disdainfully
Spurning me, keeping her distance