1. O you who see the world through a maiden's mouth,
Beware walking in my footsteps,

2. In her mouth lies sweet honey that has often made me drunk,
Behind her lips lies a secret,

3. That hides tears and shows smiles.
Do not weary yourself on earth seeking rest,

4. The earth is an endless night showing you no dawn,
Take a lamp always in your right hand,

5. So it protects you from the pitfalls of stumbling.
How I have gazed up at the rising of moons,

6. I have no friend but my own poetry,
Until when love broke my lyre,

7. Its strings were silenced of melodies.
When I felt that for love,

8. There is a grave with sides made of dust,
I saw within its depths my heart,

9. And was left alone afterwards with my memories.
My body has withered, leaving but half,

10. And that half is nearing its demise,
And of love, there remains but its fragrance,

11. Drifting to me at dawn with the breeze.
Yesterday I was, a cup in my hand,

12. Letting love graze in her cruel heart,
And today I am, a staff in my hand,

13. Letting loose tears and sighs.
Yesterday, all my hopes

14. Were laid in her precious heart,
And today, woe to my state,

15. I have joined the dead.
O you who see the world through a maiden's mouth,

16. Beware walking in my footsteps.
Beware the drawn swords of calamity,

17. And the slain hearts of lovers.
Look to my state and take it as an example,

18. Have I not gone astray on the path of my life?