1. Console her with weeping, not with condolences,
For the intensity of grief is invading her innermost being.

2. The realities of anguish have melted her down completely,
So leave her be from expressions of metaphors.

3. She had a thousand joys that doubled over,
Flying - after it, do hawks aspire for the falconer?

4. Sudden misfortunes snatched it away and it disappeared,
Wandering, traversing the furthest metaphors.

5. The tender branch, the morning breeze bent it over,
So it doubled over as it was without a brace.

6. Often it flowed over it, so it flowed,
Shedding the yoke, yearning for the expanse.

7. So the life of her passion ended next to it -
Everything in the wild is for the pickings.

8. Every fallen or lost kingdom,
If its owner walks without caution.

9. She tore her clothes in anger over
The loss of the prisoner of love after crossing over.

10. She almost scratches the cheeks of the sky
And splits the chest from beneath the decoration.

11. The jealousy of the tender one - if you knew it
You would not withstand its violence on the day of trial.

12. Her eye attacked the eye of her beloved,
And captured it, containing the best treasures.

13. Since she saw her calling for clarity,
He seized the opportunity for the best gain.

14. For he saw a clearly beautiful being
That shames the branch with bending and shaking.

15. Beauty has written on her glances:
"Guard your souls from the violence of the raiders."