1. With my own self in whom I lost my composure
Just as I maintained my grip in it

2. And the one whose company is my morning, my guide
Just as his abandonment is my night, my overtaker

3. And the one for whose beautiful face
I have not stopped yearning

4. For any other desire leading to perdition
And from every binding rope or comforting

5. With it for me to him is my remembrance or my motivator
And I over what I tasted from the pain of passion

6. And endured from it every weeping and laughing
It suits me to be shy except with my beloved

7. And it suits me to be loose except with my beloved
And my biggest problem is that I am not sated

8. And my easiest patience is that I am not complaining
I doubted a connection I became certain of its opposite

9. So my doubt became sweeter than my certainty
So I was unjustly condemned to the hell of his rejection