1. My people blame me for loving her,
But blame does not help or avail.

2. They accuse me of weakness, but they
Have not tasted the cup I have tasted.

3. They know not that passion is mighty,
Its decree in people cannot be stopped.

4. They saw not the lines of her abandonment
That grief etched on my cheek.

5. They saw me not in the darkness of night
When insomnia drove away my sleep.

6. I confide to the night an undying love,
But the night does not sympathize or hear.

7. I recite poems in its expanse
Like a bird singing dolefully in its cage.

8. I console my soul with hopes of union,
But youth is not satisfied with hopes.

9. I am a lad who has not known deception,
If the lovelorn sleeps, he does not sleep.

10. And if the nightingale wails in its branches,
It melts with passion - its aching heart.