Affection is life, knife and longing
Close attachment, and everlasting cogging
Under the shadow of love, happily live
Whose love is true and in harmony alive
The shedding tears beside her golden nose
It resembles the falling drop from the rose
The drops of perspiration on her head
As the shining pearls are on the bed
By the tears of her eyes, he quenches his thirsty
By own shadow covered him hasty
One whose heart is dry of love
He moisturized it before her with bow
Alas! At last his love will die
Finally in tomb he will lie