1. His vitals are embers, and his tears pour forth,
His quest is difficult, and his days are battles,

2. Neither does time mourn him, nor are friends loyal,
Neither do tears flow, nor does his fire subside,

3. So who will tend to the illness of his body and heart
With the justice of sympathy for grief and sorrow's plunder?

4. And the one whose words are intoxicated with the wine
Of eloquence, as if it were the moistest pearls,

5. He sings, and if he speaks you see the one
Conversing with him drunk from the intoxication of his words,

6. He has a sword, the magic of his glance's edge, he has
A ponytail that entices and does not announce,

7. If I show him mercy due to loving him
His heart turns away from boredom and wonder,

8. And I reap, so I erase his sins with my apology
So my excuse does not end, nor does reproach end,

9. And any torment he accepts as punishment
For myself other than dignity bears the heart,

10. He says, and after my crying he has spent his blood,
There is nothing left in the west to give,

11. Do you not have a heart, oh youth, to melt
And pour forth tears to please love?

12. Love cannot be tied to one whose longing
Is not accompanied by a heart and mind,

13. And what is love if tears do not flow
Pouring pure blood, exposing the clouds?

14. So I said to him, my soul redeems you from evil,
And it is not justice for the youth to be killed,

15. I have long shed my tears and long cried
Blood until the soil was watered by my blood,

16. If my heart remained I would melt it
But longing and hardship have destroyed it,

17. So who can I find with a heart that heals its tormentor
With its torment, even if there was no crime?

18. I have treated myself from what ails me with every remedy
That benefited doctors and books,

19. But I have only increased in illness and confusion,
And troubles have not ceased, nor has medicine helped,

20. So I realized that love has no cure,
Even though intimacy may benefit the lovesick.