Do you ever know that the wretched, entangled in love with you I am,
With the entire soul and heart the cause of warning your market I am.
Any oppression you do to me, I accept, willingly,
Swear to God your lover, your faithful lover I am.
The strand of your hair finaly snared me,
Captivated by the curve of your hair and the strand of your hair I am.
Oh owl! Stop talking about your ruined nest,
As in this circle the central point of your compasses I am.
The mystic have covered the Beloved's features,
Mad about seeing you unveiled.
The lovers will reveal the secret of your obsession,
Come to me as the confidant of your confidance I am.
Unveil your face in front of this feeble old fellow,
Up to the last breath with my whole soul the fond of seeing you I am.