I reveal my heart’s sorrow as you are the beloved of mine,
In grief and happiness, in sorrow and pain, you are the aid of mine.
In both worlds except your rose-face there is no aid of mine,
Unveil your face to me as you are the sympathetic to me.
Your love-sick eyes oh, the intoxicated one! made me sick,
Put your feet upon my eyes as you are the nurse of mine.
There is no confidant as to put poultice upon my injury,
Except you oh friend! that you are the confidant of mine.
To whom do I moan of your sad glance?
To whom do I say that you are the source of the torment of mine.
Loosen your curly hair and dance!
Swear to God that you are my beloved, my beloved, the beloved of mine.