1. My heart is hot from the cold saliva of a rosy cheeked beloved
And my madness is from a rose on her cheek

2. And care from eyes and glances
I have from the magic of an enchanting Babylonian gazer

3. From my blood a witness flows on my cheek
From the sword of her Indian glance's strike

4. And my torment is the water of bliss which flowed
On embers and its fiery cheeks

5. And my wine is the kisses in her mouth
Flowing in her precious cup

6. I die intoxicated, oh how my soul laments, but
My agony is from her wine-like saliva

7. My heart has not stopped complaining of a blaze
Since I quenched passion with a cup of a water-drawing beauty

8. To rescue me from the spell of a rebellious glance
That stole my soul with a secret revelation

9. Her glances missed you, suspicious one, but
The heaviness of eyelids is the excuse of the innocent

10. Oh you who turned away from me
And deserted me for the words of a slandering spy

11. Should I complain of you or to you, and will it bene
fit the state of a wounded heart?

12. Is there a way to your approval or patience
Otherwise, to the lost pigeons