Howsoever much I restrain my eyes, but they break loose; and while the people are generally asleep (with closed eyes), they look for and succeed in beholding the Beloved. They become friendly with those of the Beloved, but I suffer in the bargain.

Eyes rebuke and annoy eyes,
Since they learnt to long, in quarrelling with one another vie,
Joy, anger and reconciliation they reveal.

Many obstacles I place in the path of eyes,
Crossing over the sleeping world, they Beloved find,
They gratify themselves, leaving me dissatisfied.

As much as I restrain my eyes,
They trampled people who were asleep and saw the beloved,
They practically killed me and reconciled with the beloved.