1. O you who blame him for his love,
You are not obeyed, O you who blame!

2. You are right that he suffers from her love,
Yet her love to me is an internal disease.

3. That which I encountered from her love,
Was not encountered by any protector or shepherd.

4. Death is better than such a life,
Where I am neither connected nor heedless,

5. When someone came to me saying what,
I hate more than what the questioner is told,

6. I said while my eyes poured down tears,
Like pearls streaming down from their coils.

7. Oh how I wish I had died and passion had died,
And died before the meeting and uniter died.

8. O house whose remains time has erased
And made desolate barren with no inhabitants.

9. The wind has dragged its tail over it
And the downpours roamed its ruins.