Shame on you, you hand that you were bad, you made it worse, you
did not make the hatred of innocence bloom, you did not fill the
hatred of innocence, you filled
your disgrace, O my hand, you impulseless bastard,
you made that vassal of yours helpless and helpless
, you leaned on me, O ladys vassal,
with these injustices, why did you end up
with this cruelty, another hand, cut off, better
land on me, now the hatred that you have stabbed.
Descend upon me, O descendant of the lady who has stabbed me, the head of the slave
in the neck, more unconscious than ever, the
shame of the end that you have made with me, you have leaned
on me, O faithful lady,
with these injustices, why did you cut off
your hand with this cruelty, it is better
to descend on me, now the
hatred that you have stabbed, descend on me, now the hatred that you have stabbed, the
poison of this curse, the place of blood flowing in me
. You have memorized my last poem before me, you have
leaned on me, O devotee of the lady,
with these injustices, why did you cut off my
hand with this cruelty, it is better
to descend on me, now the hatred that you have stabbed, descend on me, now the hatred that you have stabbed, the hatred that you have stabbed, the hatred that you have stabbed, the hatred that you have stabbed, the
hatred that the dagger has descended on me, now the hatred that the dagger has descended. You have cut off
your hand with this cruelty, it is better
to descend on me, now the hatred that you have stabbed has
descended on me.
