She got what my hand didn't get
an engraving on my wrist, with which I frayed my skin,
She was afraid of the nobility of her eyeballs
So she wore a shield of zebrafish for her belt
Wasl asked her, she said don't deceive us
He who fell in love with us and prayed died of apathy,
How many of us killed by love died in the air
of love and did not begin nor return,
And she left me relaxed, saying:
Consider how the antelope did to the lion,
She said to a gentle imagination that visited me and went on:
God is truthful and does not decrease or increase.
He said: I succeeded him if he died of thirst
And I said: Stop the roses of water; did not answer,
She said: Loyalty is true in love
O cold that she said on my liver
And it rained pearls of narcissus and watered
In response I bit the jujube with hail,
They envy me for my death so sorry
Even on death, I am not free from envy