1. The desire stirred him though he turned away haughtily,
So I said, "The staff of the grocer is moved by passion."

2. The hidden pearl is not like a tear that hurt him when the air turned cold.
My love for the homelands that nourished me has dwelt

3. In my heart, though you cannot know what it has harbored there.
Whenever I encounter the causes of its sorrows,

4. My heart turns to that passion and wraps itself around it.
The vileness of souls did not stop me from its people,

5. For the vileness of souls is an illness that has no cure.
Time brought us sorrow and gloating enemies,

6. Yet time is naught but the reversed fortunes of people.
I love you all, and God knows that I

7. Love you - if only this were mutual between us!