1. They asked her, "What have you done
To the eyelids of your lion?

2. We see him shedding his tears
Every day like hail.

3. She smiled at them and said,
"The lover has fallen into passion.

4. I brought him down into a valley,
From which his passion could not ascend."

5. They said to her, "Is it not wrong
That sorrow should cling to him?"

6. Passion has toyed with him and left
No health to his body.

7. She said, "Leave him be.
Whoever thinks love is medicine

8. Has not known me to be a man who,
When in calamities, is born."

9. They said to her, "You have wasted him away.
Your love drew its tears from his blood.

10. His blood is spilled for you, and a trace shows
On each cheek."

11. Leyla fidgeted angrily, having lost
Her reason out of rage.

12. "Enough," she answered. "Go back
From my torment, I have no patience."