1. The fault is yours, not mine,
O you who made tearful the heart within.

2. So behold my reproach, for it may
Distract you from forgetting my love.

3. When we met and our thirsty eyes
Upon each other fell,

4. Youth hailed us repeatedly,
"Us and our youthfulness, peace and calm."

5. My heart says I found her,
It is the truthful one, it does not betray.

6. And I say perhaps she is
O heart, the seal of yearning.

7.
Until my wounds fell asleep,

8. And I was devoid of your love as remedy,
You made my joy difficult upon you,

9. So you robbed me of the dreams of my heart.
Love, it is the oasis,

10. The elation with the breeze of life.
I trilled over its flowers some poetry,

11. But did not pluck its fragrance.
And I gave it my tortured heart

12. As a nightingale that weeps its torment.
And I placed my whole life

13. Yearning to it, but I do not see it.
So I returned lamenting and bemoaning

14. The flowers and love of my dreams.
And the fault is yours, not mine,