1. Indeed it has a burning passion
That lit my insides aflame

2. And my tears conspired and would not quench it
Flowing freely, lost and confused

3. While water remains its foe
Since fire began and since they both existed

4. But in my time and misery
There is that which makes enemies intimate

5. And when I stood to bid her farewell
Rushing to hasten our separation

6. My tears flowed and her tears flowed
Falsely, over love and confused

7. Then she turned saying why should it
Not make him weep, but made me weep

8. So I said tears flow according to their judgement
And overflowed from eyelids over eyelids

9. I swore if the heaviness of passion
Became as heavy as high status, I would be joyous

10. One whose generosity was not content
Except with weaving non-existence into existence

11. He built but did not elevate what he built
And had he elevated it would become a landmark

12. And the critic may sometimes debase himself
With benevolence and kindness towards people

13. And what he does at the height
Is considered by some a decrease

14. My assumption that led me
To the son of archers did not prove false

15. His manners establish for me, whenever
I say what I say, proof

16. For the object of praise is one whose actions
Remain, in praise, a title