This self / soul / life which is crying out / shouting out

And which is circling around you

A heart is abducting it

The limbs look for you / want you

The eyes search / look around for you

Which long for sight of you

The heart is cultivating

The seeds of passionate love

Is sowing them in the cells [of the body]

 

Although you are making it wary

Or are finding fault with it

The soul / self which has thrown off choice

Could not live without you

 

I am not leaving hoping aside

And to you gloating is a stick

I am not learning from experience

And you are not being compassionate

I am not being silent

And from you good words have been lacking

I brought you flowers

And you passed me the thorns

 

Are you the only person created?

Are you the only good [person]?

Are you more intelligent than the other people?

[More] charismatic and respected?

Better in appearance than your peers?

 

Or is it my signalling [i.e. what I say about you]

My welcome and greeting

The words /sentences of my praise

And my longing

What I brought to the urur constellation for you

And made out of you light that beams

 

If I haven’t done you an injustice

Haven’t turned away from your generation

Or haven’t left your side / turned aside from what is right in the heart

Had not offered my soul in generosity

Or hadn’t thirsted for you

Or hadn’t cried for you

Or hadn’t poured out my heart for you [literally: purified the inside of the torso]

Or hadn’t separated good words for you

Hadn’t given you respect

You would have wept for me

What humanity has / owns

It doesn’t see, it doesn’t respect

And is not aware of and doesn’t value it