1. Woe is me, woe for the blame of my tormentor,
And the crudeness of the foolish ignoble faultfinder.

2. Oh my agony, I have no stratagem for this mischief,
Shall I complain of him or plead to him in humiliation?

3. Yesterday I blamed the lovers,
Thinking I was the wise one.

4. Until this gazelle fled from me,
And I began to excuse every enamored sufferer.

5. Oh companion of my migration, I never thought
I would be made to drink bitterness from estrangement like wormwood.

6. Oh my longing, I have none but you so however
I am disgraced in my love for you, you are still mine.

7. And when the firmness of your rejection afflicts me
And I accept barefoot people,

8. Passion makes me sick and increases my torment,
I start praying to God in your name, O Ali.