1. Tomorrow my mouth will bear two mouths,
And my mouth will be torn away from them both in sorrow.

2. With it I grazed upon cheeks amidst cheeks,
As if musk permeated between them.

3. These bruises are like those bruises,
Their doves mourn for me however I wish.

4. Reproach prolonged upon them, a night companion
Who does not spend the night as I spend it.

5. My singing voice next to those other than my singing voice is destitution,
And had I become wealthy through it, I would have perished.

6. And I have a long hope that does not fade away,
And were it not for what I hope for, I would have perished.