1. A dove with your glance has become enchanted by me
And continues to lead me to my demise

2. And if you do not revive me with the meaning of life
From the saliva of your smooth chain

3. So here I am, sick with the disease of love
And the judge of your beauty did not do me justice

4. Oh, I wish my grave was where love lies
So honor me with that from where you reside

5. Perhaps whom I yearn for with my love
Will have mercy on one with such an affliction

6. So if he is generous with union after death
I will return to my former life

7. So my friend over there, dig
And do not dig for me a hollow grave

8. When the cups of love rotate
In drinking them, I am not worried

9. Some are freed by the observer
And others freed by feet