1. My tears flow easily, knotted
To the one whose grave in my heart is dug

2. Grief has not darkened the days of joy with her
Except that after her my life's days are blackened

3. The hand of tears loosened in my cheek the reigns of blood
As if it were squeezed from the leather of my heart

4. The rain clouds did not weep except at their weeping
So the cheek of the ground for the rain is wiped

5. Who will have mercy on me with a heart that has no mercy
As if my increased anguish in it gives increase

6. Fire is born in it, from its composed water
So wonder at a fire that gives birth in water

7. How often I hurl my limbs with burning embers
While dawn in the shackles of darkness is chained

8. The eyes of my enemies slept when I sighed, and I had
From the sheath of tears in my eyes, a pulling out

9. If not for tender ties between us that cling to me
I would say that my drawing near to you is a repulsion

10. And would that after you the blackening of whiteness, so let me
With tears on the pages of sorrows do blackening

11. So no purity, the turbidity of the world disturbed a strained one
My soul struggled against regarding you, the struggler

12. If I intended patience from you, it was changed into love-longing
Lost through you, lasting eternally found

13. My cheek remains moist above its soil
As long as cycles of days endure

14. I quailed before my troops of tears, so emboldened me
A heart whose descent of tears gives ascent

15. When would earth care not to see rain
While my pouring of tears is spurned

16. Ah, I have considered the reproach that is past
That no holiday would repeat itself after it

17. I bade it farewell, and with my throat from its tears
A slaughter, and on its cheek from my tears, a wound

18. So it cooled the heat of my breath into coldness
As if it were blocked from the breast's obstruction

19. And it was called so it answered after it appeared
In the cheek of dawn before the morning, a blushing

20. And her image was depicted in the mirror of the horizon
So to it through the messengers of sight I have a returning

21. I struggled with patience after consolation yet
I did not return except with my patience from you lost