1. With gentle rhythm I recite verses of love,
And chant the longing with heartfelt laments.

2. I summon the rain of poetry, rhythms and rhymes,
Until it overflows like the flooding Nile.

3. I kindle letters into a guiding flame for lovers,
And saddle the spirit with lamps for souls.

4. Garlanding patience from my own reserve.
I never tire even if they grow weary, such is my nature,

5. Even if they spread rumors and lies about me.
My soul which grew feathers and wings,

6. Rose high...so what do I care what they say or is said.
Love is the bond of my heart that will never break,

7. And longing is my pledge - I have not changed or replaced.