All but you can see my beauty;
All but you know I am innocent;
All with eyes are always looking;
I hate it that I loved a blind man.
I wonder the extent of tour blindness;
Yet you always see through my weakness;
Always blind to my rightness goodness;
I know you are blind to my good deeds.
Yes, through your blindness you see a liar;
Beyond your blind eyes is a weak woman;
Your hands and senses feel insensitivity;
I regret it that you are only blind to me.
In your blindness you have sight for others;
Your sight remains faithful to other women;
Constantly you see through the good deeds of them;
So bad you’ve remained blind to my presence.