1. O rose brought by the hand of a connoisseur
My tears flowed for it and my sorrow was provoked

2. Fragrant red, as if it were
From the cheek of a young man kissing his beloved

3. It reminded me of the blood of a companion
With which the world drank a sip of death

4. I kissed it passionately and said to my tears
This is not what the earth absorbs from Joseph's blood