1. Do not ask me what ails me, for what ails me,
Other than what you wish, O cruel one.

2. Do not ask me what ails me, for how could it harm me?
My sickness and its obvious symptoms.

3. Do not ask, this is women's deception,
Do not ask me except about my wellbeing.

4. If my pains had calmed my chest,
I would not have complained of my weakness and my pains.

5. You tricked me with false oaths, O cheat,
How harsh you were and how you fooled me.

6. I sipped my wine from a cup,
Thinking it was pure limpid wine.

7. It was neither wine nor fermented,
The vessel had been inverted on the cup.

8. I thought you poetry and its ways,
And the melody of the gentle lute,

9. And the smile of the slender, delicate one,
And the scent of the meadow and the pasture.

10. I thought you a scar on my forehead,
You are but a bloody stain.

11. Immortalized by the night on my hairline,
On a sinful, shameless night.

12. Your red lips - how often
I sipped them on a dark night.

13. In the sanctuary of the night I know it well,
On a bed set in the corner.

14. So you became cheap after me, O what a pity!
Like a withered, faded tatoo.

15. I left you in my drunkenness waste,
Flotsam of the night and my passions.

16. People drink you on my account,
Pure, but you are an adulteress.

17. I sang you melodies, dancer,
To the fluttering stream and water-boy.

18. I sang you in love an anthem
With eternal verses and rhyme.

19. Scattered tunes in an ear
Whose tunes are the rattling abyss.

20. By God, had I sung to a rock,
It would have danced drunk to my tunes.

21. And the river and its whispering
Would have clapped for my singing.

22. But I sang to you, whore,
Return to the darkness, worn out.

23. You mocked my heart and its joy,
Return then to the empty gloom.

24. Glory is not decreed for a betraying,
Wicked, sinful creature.