1. A boy, as the dew flows on his cheek,
Scented blossoms whisper in his branch.

2. His mouth is perfumed with the water of life,
And the water of shyness, on his cheek.

3. With it is solid coldness, how many a heart,
Yearning for his branch, has it led astray.

4. And I sip it with a subtle breath,
So my heart is burnt by its coldness.

5. His estrangement has surely disturbed my heart,
So it became more confused than its slave.

6. And my body wasted by its symptoms,
So my body became weaker than its time.

7. He abandoned me without any fault of mine,
The Master of beautiful visage was unjust to His slave.

8. Oh, woe to my heart from his love!
Oh, woe to my soul from his aloofness!