Sorrow had separated from my life
Seized me with pleasure of this pain
Sad has conducted me unto one death
I had heard those souls tormented
When I arrive before the precipice
I descended out of the first circle
As turtle-doves, called onward by desire
While silent wind, as it is now
Sorrow had separated from my life
Seized me with pleasure of this pain
Sad has conducted me unto one death
I had heard those souls tormented
I swooned away as if I had been dying
And fell, even as a dead body falls
With sadness had confused me
Until the Poet said to me
And don't you feel weak
And don't also be sad
Because you are the highest degree
If you are a believer
Sorrow had separated from my life
Seized me with pleasure of this pain
Sad has conducted me unto one death
I had heard those souls tormented
Don't you feel weak
Don't you feel sad
Don't you feel death
Heaven has been promised to you