1. Woe to you, my heart, melt or shatter
You have suffered enough between love and hope

2. I am weary of the days though they are short
How much more when they are long and my agony is prolonged

3. I turned away from a world whose dust I shook off
And my consolation was in the despair of one bidding farewell

4. And I said to Salma you will not rest or settle down
With a lofty heart abstaining from passion

5. You have set up for us in the eyes a snare
And left us slain by a terrible death

6. Your bed is unsheathed swords that bare themselves for havoc
And your speech is a poison in a heart and hearing

7. Your poison does not harm a seasoned physician
And your sword recoils from a brave coat of mail

8. I will free myself from the shackles of love and its bond
And curse what I have lost and what is with me

9. So fare thee well, may God reward you with good
For I have removed you from my ear, eye and ribs