1. Who will avenge the slain one’s blood,

    shed by your kohl-darkened eye?

  2. Alas! His blood has gone unavenged,

    spilled by your smooth, shapely cheek.

  3. Were it not for you, I would not have been worn away

    by the tormentor of the reproacher.

  4. O my paradise and my fire,

    my ordeal and my heart’s desire!

  5. Who could possibly endure with patience

    being parted from your beautiful face?

  6. All the wasting of my body

    comes from your slender waist.

  7. May you be spared the sleeplessness I suffer

    and my long night.

Sol 5.6