The crescent dagger of your eyebrows stuck in my heart
That’s why the deep sorrow of my eyes never stops
It is because of this, that the silent sorrow of my eyes never ceases
Smile, so that the light of love smiles on my misfortune
Let the spring flow from your window, and lighten my desolate heart
They say what is all this, and this misery, this pain
Either the stones or the birds answer on my behalf: out-of-love!
Either the mountains or the heavens groan on my behalf: out-of-love!
Smile, so that your light hits the sleepy and pensive seas
Let the spring flow from your eyes and lighten my desolate heart
Smile, so that your light hits the sleepy and pensive seas
Let the spring flow over the plains and lighten my desolate heart