1. If you killed her, then in the valleys,
Or if you buried her, then in the entrails.

2. And carry her funeral on the neck of the morning breeze,
And cut her a shroud out of the darkness.

3. And call the professional mourners to wail for an hour at her burial,
And wash her flask with the water of my tears.

4. She has a binding bequest over you,
That only the generous should saturate her.

5. While the soul is restored to the dead,
It extinguishes souls in the living.

6. And if you circulate her plates, they look at her,
As if she were at the feast of the stingy.

7. Take revenge for me as she drank my blood,
And my blood is precious, to be ransomed with blood.

8. A temptation in her disposition, as if it were,
The mirage shimmering in the heat.

9. O cheek of the beautiful woman, the life smeared on her,
I don't know which one is more beautiful.

10. O saliva of the radiant one playing with prohibition,
I don't know which one is more daring.

11. Is it the soul and spirit whose cup she is or is that one
Of fire and light or a shooting star in the sky?

12. And a wine bearer or a burning pain or a teardrop
Red that flowed from white eyes?

13. The names were specified for Adam to know them -
Oh I wish I had knowledge of the names!