1. I grieved until every one who cares grieved for me,
A lover caught between attainment and frustration,

2. Saying, when the joy of attainment had crippled him,
"Is there any fair-minded person who pities a sick-eyed gazelle?"

3. I rode the sea of passion recklessly,
Woe to him! The quality of fairness did not know

4. When it ever saw a suffering soul and took pity before him.
It is right that when his likes cease, he should cease.

5. A gazelle whose form in beauty was divided
Between the sand-hill, the branch, and the blossoms,

6. That he should cower when she scorns him,
And more fitting that he should increase in passion for her -

7. Not to say what he has against her and she against him.
His glances have ceased that he should not live for her,

8. A love though he be in the hardness of stone.