1. O the one whose glance melts my heart,
O the precious one, through whom I knew humility,

2. By my father, that angel, even if in the morning
I was killed by one who has no inclination,

3. Whenever the maidens looked upon him,
I was freed from his powerful enchantment,

4. O you who forbid my union,
How could you neglect a longing heart?

5. And if her glance was the cause
Of sickness, why was it said she is impaired?

6.
And it is known from my passion that I

7. Do not hope for indifference until it changes,
Tell him of my affliction and sickness,

8. Perhaps he may show me mercy, maybe he will,
Ah! From one whom when I raised to him

9. The most delicate and refined of my passion,
He dismissed the reins of complaint, and had

10. Signed for me "Health" and "Thanks be to God",
An equitable look, as if the pillar

11. Of religion, he has entrusted to his utterance,
Shining is his love to me from afar,

12. In charge of my infatuated heart,
With a hand that wards off the blows of fate,