1. My beloved, why does the heart overflow with sorrow?
Why do tears flow from the eyes like springs?

2. I was created as passion willed, submitting to its rule.
So here I am, since that time, building and demolishing.

3. I took off my reproachful self for his love, as if
I were deaf to reproachers in love, withdrawn.

4. I submitted to my beloved, abased before his glory,
Yet he turns away disdainfully and abandons me.

5. I hid from all sights, were it not for a shred
Of heart that keeps love alive in it, crying out.

6. An apparition, vanishing without trace,
A heart with spilled blood, stained.

7. Empty but not of you, in my breast
Pangs with the breaths of youth that blow.

8. Your words are my bliss, my soul, my paradise,
Without them, for the soul in love there is only limbo.

9. I concealed passion, though it is humiliation in truth,
So its call rouses me, and its claim relaxes me.