1. What shall I say, my father, and what shall I name
O eyes that did not describe to me and turned gloomy

2. O my companion with your palms my praise and blame
If being aloof was remiss, you did good to distance

3. O you who strewed with eyelash arrows my blood
If wounds have a balm, you would have been patient

4. No doubt you are the pupil of the eye, my lord
No, by Him who made you good and you grew arrogant

5. My dark night is passion and I drank from the abundance of my worries
And the day my soul was sated from tears, I repelled