1. I continue the specter of love like a migrant,
And I do not like the falsehood from a visitor.

2. With the flutter of a bird, one who has flutter in his bosom is not quenched,
O moon whose rise makes me hopeful,

3. In an orbit from his thoughts revolving.
O eye! Rather a human with an eye appeared,

4. In the blacks of my heart and the onlooker.
Hunting with aloofness my heart, so how wondrous was that hunting of a repulser!

5. O specter of my tear has protected my watcher,
And my sighs have burnt my pride.

6. Apply with the flood of tears the paths of meeting,
You have passed from my heart on the rock.

7. So you are excused if your path today is not upon my watcher,
O neighbor of my heart who did not tend his right,

8. And my warner from his oppressive neighbor.
O ruler in my mind, his heart rules,

9. With every permissible and wrongful rule.
He does not accept bribery in his rule,

10. And does not care for the loss of the loser.
O Joseph of beauty, and in his prison,

11. His lovesick prisoner in shackles.
How many excusers if I die of love for him,

12. And I have no excuser if I live.
You have pawned, O heart, so who is it

13. That collects the debt of the losing pawner?
O bankrupt placed in the prison of passion,

14. And orphan in the hand of the usurper.
And the usurper of the pawn, so what is my ploy

15. When the word is the word of the treacherous usurper?
No blame in the rule upon a ruler,

16. And the origin of the rule is upon the apparent.
And I have nothing of me but the greatest,

17. And my companions are in your traveling caravan.
From the delirium of the drinker I have attained,

18. What the sober missed from the step of the presser.
My torturer is like wine in its taking,

19. My heart with what flows from the watcher.