1. The bitterness of a life I suffer, or its straitness,
In its moment there is the desired peace, and the slaughter,

2. I spent the night while the heart's share of its slaughters
Is weeping, and the eye's share is its laughter of joy,

3. A whim makes me happy one day,
And one day, from his fingers, there is in the ear singing,

4. And a lover calling in the corners, mourning her intimacy,
Her separation hurt her, after it there was doubt,

5. I complained to her of some of my ignorance,
I found her complaining of what I complained to her about.