1. How excellent is the pardon from the angel,
Especially for one gone astray and ruined.

2. O you who journeys from my passions,
On paths that have wearied the traveler.

3. You have blamed me unjustly for your separation,
Yet in your love I have not been unfair.

4. O moon that was loyal to a cypress tree,
And cypress that was loyal to your pillar.

5. Your slave is worn down by the sickness of passion,
So cure him from your destroying sickness.

6. How much he complained of you to the uncaring one,
And how much he wept for you to the laughing one.

7. Then after all of that he became
The most gentle slave to a master.

8. You denied a sincere teardrop of mine
For the words of a mendacious slanderer.

9. So you began to meet me in my humility
With the like of a stern sword's cutting edge.

10. O white silver cast pure,
Molded and refined by the hand of the forger.

11. In the morning by your unveiled coquetry,
And the night by your disappearing sorcery.

12. Do not after disgracing me leave me without mercy,
I ransom you from your attacker.

13. It suffices that I have become, my master,
The talk of ascetic and murderer.

14. The pleasure of the murderer does not exist in me,
Nor do I have the solace of the ascetic.

15. You left me alone, so how many have said,
O desire of the abandoned for the abandoner!

16. I have come to love you while you are the one
Who has none but you to shed my blood.