1. The pretty one has captivated me
Whenever I turned my attention to what enthralled me

2. They said, describe her beauty to us
I said to them, and through her I'm in a lowly state

3. I don't know, but whoever goes to her
It's impossible that he returns to happiness

4. And if her curls come in the night
The morning comes adorned with rose blossoms

5. And if the pouring rain whips her side
The clear sky brings from her embroidered robes

6. And they said, describe for us the passion of her love
I said to them, with that my soul is constricted

7. For no part of it can be seen
Nor is it bound to any particular time

8. Nor will distance save you from it at all
Nor will thinking of singers or intimacy

9. Nor will hiding in seclusion throw it off
Nor is it in appearance or expression

10. Sometimes I die without respite from it
Deaf of hearing, tied of tongue from it

11. And sometimes my heart wanders madly from it
Pouring tears over the face of the earth

12. And at times its bitterness is sweet to me
Hoping it casts me with what has cast me