1. Greetings to your spears that have wounded the dear
You stabbed me angrily until your spear broke

2. If you had told me, I would have wounded myself
No heart has lived anxious and startled by your wound

3. For you, today my wounds have become my torment
I blamed your injustice though it is my habit to praise you

4. I wish I had a sin and could carry my worries
And I wish you had justice...and I'd be pleased with love's slaughter

5. My master, even if you intend to increase my sieve
Tell me and I will remove my darkness from your shining morning

6. If you don't like that I make the sun rise over my mountains
It would be enough that I loved your mountains and your slopes

7. All love blossoms and boasts in love
And I am the one who profits from the loss of my dignity to you

8. Oh high one, trees do not bloom in my sands
If I apologize for my arrogance hoping for your forgiveness

9. Greetings to your spears that have wounded the dear
You stabbed me angrily until your spear broke