1. Alas, O branch of the araks,
You prevent me with aloofness from seeing you

2. Satan of passion has tempted you
So you shunned me, O angel

3. He whispered to you ornaments
Seeking meaning through ruin

4. You deemed them beautiful, so
Spreading them was your utmost intent

5. Is this your loyalty to a sin?
Your hands from a lover and loyalty?

6. So enough O killer, bearing
Aloofness upon your killing

7. Curb your resolve which
You initiated and shorten your steps

8. You left me most wretched when
Happiness came to those who saw you

9. And broke a pact, though the lad
Says: I am poor, needing your singing

10. After dwelling in bliss
You came to steal its liveliness

11. And I who ask through you
The world, not seeking your love

12. And I die, stung with deprivation
Not inclining toward your loftiness

13. And fever touches me, yet I race
Seeking your shelter

14. And I wander confused, like an animal
To draw out your sweetness

15. And I, captive, captive, walk toward
Death, not hoping for deliverance

16. Is all this when I told you
My soul is ransom for you?

17. If I have a sin, then be
More wrathful, and do not cease strife

18. Spend the days of my life being unjust to me
And do not tire of your aloofness from me

19. And send upon me regiments
That assassinate with a fatal stab

20. For my father, uncle and tribe
All together they ransom your burial shroud

21. Cunningly, in your anger
Which has lasted and not produced your satisfaction