1. O rose whose petals are scattered
Why do you wither while your companions bloom?

2. I am among my friends like you among them
Yet you are the most radiant in the morning and most fragrant

3. My heart withered before my youth, fragrant
You withered fragrant, your branch still green

4. You resembled me where withering is our fate
Yet your color in your withering is redder

5. My sorrows melted by the fire of love, its light
A beautiful face from it, and my face more sallow

6. Verily, the emotions from the hearts of lovers
Are like fragrances from flowers scattered

7. This one has its drops and its breeze
And by that what it loves and what it remembers