1. I visit you, and the earth almost clutches me
In narrowness, so I return immediately and it expands

2. You deceived me with the good you showed
And most causes of love are deceptions

3. Until when I attached my palms to you in confidence
I surrendered myself, with no patience or composure

4. My feeble skin tempts me and I follow it
Misguidedly, while longing advises me to refrain

5. I wish love was neither connection nor separation
So there would be in it neither despair nor hope