1. With your life, give me news of the abode
With it I am richer than polished wine cups

2. When it draws near, my yearning is stirred
And when it departs, my thoughts depict it

3. Let me not be blamed if you see my inclination
For the intoxication of passion is like narcotics

4. I was created inclined towards melodies
So my heart is in fracture and tearing

5. Its landmarks appeared so I fell ill
As if I am one of the orbiting planets

6. My patience battled my burning passion
How can the lover have patience?