1. How often, O days of this life, do you oppress me,
As if before me you saw no purpose, and after me none.

2. Giving freely as the glance turns quickly aside for grit in the eye,
Withholding like the eyelids from eyes with grit beneath.

3. Let him weep who yearns after the fulfilling of a tryst,
For here am I yearning after the breaking of a tryst.

4. No keeping of troth save after confirming a tryst,
No tryst save from pure affection and regard.

5. I cast my own soul because of her hankerings
Before you, but the losing of hankering was a part of the loss.