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