No Cure for Passion!

Each time I say my heart's flames will

extinguish by approaching,

the intimacy fosters the blaze.

 Thus is the state of the lover

Neither by intimacy I solace,

nor by abandonment do I forget

No cure is there for passion
So give up your mind and soul for God's compensation

To love I submit myself

 ethereally and earthly

Nothing is left but self-denial
How desirable if love would be my end!

I am contented with death
Thus is the state of the lover

O my love, by your life!
By your life, O my love!

Feel for me and have pity
You know better what've happened to me

You are my illness and cure
Have mercy on me O my healer!

O my love, by your life!
By your life, O my love
 

Salma