1. O light of my eyes, you have become in the darkness of the grave
And reached, despite the nearness of dwellings, remoteness

2. As if you had not wrapped with your wraps the youth
As the morning breeze blew gently through the soft branches

3. Nor did that face spend the night smiling its lips
And disclosing a pearl in a knot

4. Indeed my soul thirsted for a sip of his drink
But alas, rest yourself from that sweet honey

5. When my heart darkens in you from the fire of its sadness
Then nothing washes my eyelids except my cheeks

6. And I have come to cry for everything like it
For I am alone in youth and passion

7. So your lips I cry for with my white tears
And its redness I cry for with your rosy cheek