You pulled me close to you,
Like the eye of a gazelle.
I waited for her again,
Like an orphaned heart.

That day you betrayed me,
Why did you make me cry?
In the end, you sold me,
Like the ornament of your face!

I became a servant at your door,
Then I was driven away!
While she opened (her arms), I withered,
Like my autumn (season) face.

Even if I think your words are fire,
Even if I burn,
I keep them in my memory,
Like the words of the Prophet!