If I complain or make excuses, my beloved turns a deaf ear.
Every cruelty he commits is fitting, and I endure every cruelty he inflicts.
If he considers me nonexistent, I perceive his injustice as grace.
The remedy for my heart's pain is his pain, so why shouldn't I entrust my heart to his pain?
My honor and respect will be when love makes his beloved despise me.
The wine will become the grape of my body when the presser crushes me underfoot.
I will give my life underfoot like a grape so that my secrets become a source of joy.
Even though the grape weeps blood, for I am weary of this oppression and cruelty.
The presser turns a deaf ear, for I do not press out of ignorance.
You are excused if you deny, but I am the judge of this matter.
When you have surpassed my effort and step, then you will thank me greatly.