1. The ruins of the abode have pined for you as though
Its friends with the two brilliances were ice

2. Alas! May God destroy love - how intense it is!
And it fells a man while he is frozen

3. So say to love, "Its toil does not tire me,
For there is no increase to what I have found"

4. Love called me from her direction, so I answered
Thus in the morning it escorts me wherever it wills

5. May God water a life now passed and sweetness -
If only the goal would bring it back to return

6. When the year, then the next year pass by its months
Upon us, and we do not know their number