1. My tearful lament summoned tears from my eyes,
The tears rushed upon my garb,

2. And my heart said: your call led me to my doom,
With purpose, and drowned me in torment.

3. My hearing said: your call caused my demise
With the harshest punishment that can be.

4. Be not neglectful and lose me, lest I remain
Without a heart until the Day of Reckoning.

5. For I reside among the specters of death,
Abiding between claws and fangs.

6. Hearing said, when I admonished it
For loving an impudent and spiteful flirt:

7. And I disliked the words of a cheating charmer,
So paying attention to him was hard for me.

8. I relayed the words but did not respond to him,
To the heart enamored with self-indulgence.

9. So punish your obstinate heart,
And spare me, cease imposing penalty on me.

10. I said: you spoke true and chastened my heart,
And did not impose blame upon my eyes.

11. The heart replied: for you have fallen
In love with a princess who shuns my approach.

12. Be patient - she has made you drink a cup of love
Whose boiling causes her veil to flutter.

13. She spoils your food and all your living
And mixes your drink with what distresses you.

14. I said: you have sundered the firm bond between us
And stuck my cheek to the dust.

15. Maybe you have been tasked with loving chaff?
The heart said: I have filled what was between us.

16. I said: you have killed me and wasted my body
And foretold my soul of departure.

17. Soon, without doubt,
I will be laid out among my companions because of what is between us.

18. Why do I not die, when my soul's fancy
Estranges me and spurns drawing near?

19. When I pledge to it the pact of passion,
It makes its pledge as a mirage.

20. It wants by this to torment and provoke me,
And make union seem a delusion.

21. It did not pity my pleading and exertion
And what I suffered from prolonged melancholy.

22. Its estrangement afflicted my heart with harm
And spoiled the clothes that I wore.

23. And it handed me from behind, against me,
In its left palm, a stern scripture.

24. How can you show me tenderness, that I may desire,
When I visit, it goes too far in insulting me?

25. I had been wealthy, but poverty of spirit
Did not drive me to love trinkets.