1. When I contemplate that swaying figure
I see a sword between its eyelids unsheathed

2. I'm weary of that stony heart, without tenderness
Is it the branch's nature not to bend?

3. The impudent man is led by his aimless wandering
When called, he returns the greeting artificially

4. An eye that turned from my pains, its own pains turned from it
Why doesn't it cure one it kept awake at night?

5. I like to demand union from every distant one
Even if the foe delays and procrastinates

6. I'm content with the promise of a lover though he breaks it
And that I ask a promise which he'll break

7. I'm still stopped in passion for a love
That renews for me from a time of dearth what was plentiful

8. A weary brother whom night doesn't awe as a visitor
When the path of life has strayed far from him

9. I bid farewell to an absent-minded heart enamored
And bid farewell to a languid eye and downcast

10. Youth is gone except remembering what is past
And questions about a time long gone

11. And a lost youth which gray hairs have bounded
When it sways eagerly towards youthfulness

12. Fate has turned against me in what it was generous with
It spoiled what it gave and muddied what was clear

13. But I have left behind calamities
The glory of my faith sufficed me against them