1. Leave me to my solitude and troubles
And flee from my sighs and weeping

2. You are chaste. And pleasure and purity of love
Are the right of the beautiful and chaste

3. There is nothing in my heart but wounds, would it please you
A dwelling contaminated with blood

4. In this world there are homes for elegies
I am in them, O Mayya, the house of lament

5. I don't love you so spurn me, and the traitor
Deserves abandonment and scorn

6. A lie that makes you happy while I, in my lie,
Am among the martyrs

7. Fate may inscribe a line, and in
The sacrifice of a person, erase fate's line

8. O my remedy for sorrow, I exalted you
From the wound of harm, O my remedy

9. In the name of passions that carve my tears
I, in smiling, am the eye of the watcher

10. And sorrows are a thousand kinds, and
The silent sorrow does not kill