My heart, can't you suggest any remedy at all For this incurable sickness? O my heart! How foolish you are to grieve for him Who has no love for me! O heart, what use to stay here and pine When he who caused this sickness is heartless? Rid me of these eyes, O my heart! For they, Longing to see him, wear my life away. O heart, can I call him a foe and dump him Who longs not for me though I long for him? My heart that pretends to be angry will at once Yield and jell seeing my lover. O my good heart! Either shed shame or shed love For I cannot bear both. O my poor soul! You persist in pursuit of the departed, Longing for his favours! Where are you searching my heart While you know my dear one is within? To retain the deserter still in my heart Is to suffer losing more charm.