1. ، ؟!

    Why does this heart weep and sing,

    lost, alarmed by what has come from me?!

  2. ، ،

    O heart, steady yourself; do not be downcast.

    You who wound me are the wellspring of my art.

  3. ،

    O maiden of love, I am a rose;

    all my thorns ward love away from me.

  4. ،

    Thus I live, that I may forever remain

    a catch in the hopeful one’s throat, a torment to the one who yearns.

  5. ،

    Indeed, in my wine jar are wine and passion,

    drawn from the soul’s nectar; my jar shall never run dry.

Sol 5.6