1. O you little birds, while sorrow weighs on me,
Won't you give me some relief from my sorrows?

2. Among you I have a little bird, if only she would speak -
You would see how the mortal being is revived from death.

3. People have depicted wings in lights,
But at dawn both wings are seen to be gone.

4. Oh my heart! Whenever it exults,
I feel it between my ears.

5. Oh woe to their coquetry - in their sides
Is my heart! So who can tell their tale but I?

6. When they are harsh I suffer, when they excuse I languish,
And when they judge, the first to condemn me is I.

7. Love is the spirit of its people, so with them
This life and death are equal.