1. O you who tended to my covenant and the dwellers of meadows,
And a time of separation that has passed.

2. Look upon me, turns of fate,
Whenever I said passion left me, it increased -

3. Adding sweetness to meanings, my longing grew.
Woe my heart from pains of love!

4. And from ardor in the abodes of passion,
I am one whose habit is to reject parity.

5. So witness that my passion is abundant,
Except that I am a slave of love for the beautiful.