My heart is always ailing, and your beauty is a relentless fight.

They've etched on my broken heart the contours of forty mountains.

Every glance you cast shatters my heart,

His enchanting eyes weave a hundred spells.

With beauty that enslaves in her tender lips,

Drop by drop, the love in my eyes seeks wine.

The view is bitter without sighting my beloved.

No one comprehends the love in my heart or convinces my sweetheart.