1. The one with a need, though it persists, wanders
And the one with an old dream, it seduces him

2. And the heart's torments from too many wounds
How many swords of torment assail him

3. I conceal the stabbings though my eyes confess
As if sorrows gently descend upon him

4. My goal in the night of darkness does not pass
Between me, days, and him, a separator

5. Whenever I walk away, he goes
And I find my steps leading me to his abode

6. And longing in my heart confusedly rages
If it takes him to demise, it makes him settle

7. Every despair it dispels in me, aspiration
And every resolve my fluttering heart contends