1. Oh will you ever listen to me one day, so I can let you hear
What makes the eyes burn with sorrow and yearning

2. And I won't prolong, explaining is hard
For no chest can do it except an open one

3. After you I have a sigh, if it were lit
It would suffice a wanderer instead of lamps' light

4. And tears, if they streamed red, no wonder
For I have passed by weeping eyelids

5. Can a thirsty shadow be sated, when it asks to see you
The thirst of a wilted flower flung on the ground

6. For a man's poverty is his eyes longing to see you
Like the poverty of a body to its soul

7. And if nearness becomes difficult to visit you
Far away from you, almost carried off by the breeze

8. So my greetings to you wherever you are, greetings of one
Alive, whose sword of separation is unsheathed