1. I wonder, is this life anything but wonders
For one who said, this is a blame with eloquence

2. We came to you from a far land to visit you
And how many untouched places for us and meadows

3. We ask you, is there a home for us to lodge in
With eyes brimming, not with brimming cups

4. You come to visit us, then after getting
Familiar, you do not visit us after that

5. And you sing, instead of connecting your love
And connection has become pliant for you

6. Truly this love has become so great as if it is
A mirage seen shining clearly to the eyes

7. And you asked with brimming eyes for your towns
Hinting at stinginess with brimming cups

8. It is not your living that barred eyes from towns
Nor did you need pillows to meet them

9. And it has appeared to me in explaining that
Hearts, my tongue is too pure for their intricacies