1. I welcome a wound, if only it could be repeated,
For at your repeated gatherings, I cannot be patient,

2. No wound in my head had yet healed,
When you left a wound in my heart dripping,

3. If the wound heals, O wound, the gathering of my loved ones,
Then let it heal or not, for you have the choice,

4. My loved ones, pardon me, if I am unable,
To appreciate your kind feelings,

5. With sincere affections, your affections melted,
And sincerity has an evident secret,

6. With affections to me, if only
My affections for you would break,

7. This one composes his words’ necklaces,
While the other scatters the pearls of eloquence,

8. You have given me eyes above my eyes,
Or is it not you, by whom I see these meanings?

9. To God belongs a group whose form is harmonious,
Like a garden, but fruitful with knowledge,

10. And if I fail to describe its beauty,
Forgive me, for the like of you excuses the like of me.