1. Is it the blame of confirming passion that it was created,
Or is it for wonder at what bitterness I have tasted,

2. Or is it to begin the youthfulness of the lovesick,
Or for the kingdom of his spirit to the eye when it glanced,

3. Or is it my specialty in gentleness from its beholder,
Or is it to invoke my heart from it when it shot,

4. Or is it for the addition from the lowly to his glory,
Oh, would that I know! Or is it for the covenant, if it were true,

5. Or the one to define my passion, or for the blood of my tears
Its steeds from my tear ducts raced forth,

6. Or the one to justify my heart with visitation, or
For the command that the two eyes pour forth and gush out,

7. Or are those for the binding oath of him who is gentle,
Or the one for a consequence in the unseen that preceded,

8. Or the one for the date of the month of the severe glance,
Or the one for the genus of my pouring tears that flooded forth,

9. These, by my life, are the meanings of "laam", their count
Came to you sixteen, as it turned out.