1. With the beloved of sighs, whose movements
Are stirred by our restlessness, a lightened

2. He has tongues assembled without his body
That chatter when his tapping awakens them

3. He who sees him compares him to the rotating sphere
In it are his image and attributes

4. An instinct embraces him among the regrets
Like a snake to it he tends, it's his life

5. The ears did me wrong from him, and so
His melodies did good to our ears

6. Oh soul, my death, sorrow has made death real
I wasn't at first pour unrewarded

7. The day we parted, he scattered my union
Scattered it, my Lord, with separation and dispersal

8. He cried until the morn of estrangement when he saw
My overflowing tears and my devastated state

9. My teardrops melted ruby on gold
His tears melted pearls on ruby