1. His humiliation and brokenness in love remained,
When his supporters became his tears.

2. He began herding the stars of night in yearning,
Since his moons disappeared from his eyes.

3. No, and the branches accused him of bending them,
And a cheek whose radiance dazzled him.

4. And a reproach that continues to cast in love
Upon him from each young reproacher its reproach.

5. I never complained of the beloved, though he shot
At me arrows when he turned away from my shrine.

6. Do not blame me if I assault him,
For he is a despicable butcher, his slaughtering knife.

7. Not fearing for you my ability, though you wish
To test me, at the eloquent one's choice.

8. My tongue is like a sword, in peace and war,
Longed for and feared is its slashing.