1. Oh my people, for the ever-growing passion
And the longing of the traveler gone far,

2. I traveled so I could come to you, but you refused,
So my wandering brought me only misfortune,

3. As if bitten by a viper, ignorant of its nature,
A doctor tried curing me with a viper's venom,

4. So his cure mixed with my old affliction,
What a wondrous and tenacious disease!