My beloved, hiding her flower-like beautiful face, turned my tears into a river,
Disappearing from this world, she made disasters turn into my companion.
I looked in every direction trying to find my beloved,
I have not found her and she ruined my life again.
Sometimes spending my nights and dawns burning and moaning like a phoenix,
Again, my soul in grief was gripped with disaster.
She will not listen to my pleas, she became so ruthless,
Not being interested in my wealth, she made all my efforts to be in vain.
Pyragy is telling about his grief, let it be worthy of trust,
Being burnt by fire from the very beginning instead, she turned me to the eternal life.