Why did you knit your brows
I don’t know all my faults, beloved*
If I would die, don’t tear your hair out
After that, don’t tear them, don’t tear them my beloved
I got burned in love's glowing fire*
I'm not prone to the richness of the world
If I would die, don’t come to my grave
After that, don’t come, don't come my beloved
I’m a poor one and the talk of everyone
There is no trick by truths
Don’t even take me away from hands of cruel ones
Don't take me away, don't take away my beloved