1. Was it the day of separation, or did it not exist?
What is there after you that can take away from me?

2. How much do I suffer, despairing, giving me hope,
Or fearful, reassuring me, in you.

3. If a grief kept you from my grief,
You would stay or be stirred by my stirring.

4. And if I stay empty
Of my heart, then my staying tortures me.

5. My companion without whom no one accompanies me,
Stop, how strange is what stopped me,

6. The form of a heart stirred by the form of love,
Hidden among the forms of the inkwells.

7. If an eye commits sin, then take it to account,
Forever, and have mercy on the sickness of eyes.