1. I take you to task, for when you were concealed, and I kept secret
A love that eyes began translating from it.

2. And the secret of passion cannot remain hidden by the free.
Its easiest meaning through the eye is understood.

3. By your life! If you tasted what I taste
You would have felt sorry for me, if feeling sorry could avail.

4. Leave the youth to confess what he faces from passion
As if he complains to one who does not pity.

5. Do you command a heart struck with calamity
And woe, passion cannot soothe a stricken heart.

6. I had tranquility, so I became sleepless from its goodness.
My two companions became forbidden in spring.

7. He set up my torment in my heart, for he
Became its owner, while my heart from me is hell

8. I threw my heart in his hands, and how much
I regretted, but regret does not avail.

9. Is there an arbiter I may complain to about the justice of his rule,
A lover of weakness who is unjust and oppresses?

10. He bewitches my eyes while they are innocent,
And keeps me awake in the night while people sleep.

11. He made me wear a garment of sickness innocently,
So my tears embroidered it, and I found it marked.

12. I show passion towards him and become well in the morning,
And complain to him while he is the most knowing of my condition.

13. And I cry in remembrance of torment and shining
While my only aim is his smile and cheerfulness.

14. The night of union with him I pass repeatedly
With my thoughts, a false assumption and imagination.

15. If my eye had tasted separation from him after it
I would have imagined I was dreaming him in apparition.