1. My beloved, my requests have not troubled you,
Nor did you fear missing out on me.

2. My beloved, where can one flee from passion?
Tell me, why did you start with the blames?

3. Did you forget our pact in an exalted valley,
With no crops but good deeds?

4. And you are as sacred as the Pilgrimage and passion
to the eye - slip of the glance!

5. You have wronged me; pardon was more fitting for the passionate one
Or have you falsely accused me unjustly before healing and saving me?