1. My teardrops have wept out the wine glasses,
Yet I was blamed though the doves were the mourners.

2. The breeze did not sweep up the sand dunes,
Nay, but my guilt exposed the sand dunes.

3. When we passed by the dwellings, desires
Therein accessed the lovers' privacies.

4. We cried till tears veiled the eyes' lights,
And wonder not that tears are suppressors.