1. They urged their drinks in the shade of passion,
We watered our basil plant in the seat of melodies.

2. I saw my beloved and nothing like seeing him,
And here he stirs my longings and passions.

3. They urged their drinks until I saw them,
Not listening even if they were speaking.

4. They are preoccupied with my thirst,
And with the drink plunging into my chest.

5. They laugh when the wine makes me dizzy,
Its dizziness equalizes my chest and my mind.

6. And they wonder why I pretend folly,
To be a means for the melody of beauty enticing me.

7. And they reckon me generous as if they
Had not known the mockery of passions and sorrows.

8. Their looks almost devour him,
If only a passionate or tender look could.

9. His magic words, though he spoke,
And his immortal glances, though he winked at me.

10. A bright face whose origin is Paradise
Filling the sights with beauty and kindness.

11. And he said, describe for me this night altogether,
My soul is yours, from a viewer and a grantor.

12. I inspired poetry, opened its locked,
Like the morning star racing its colors.

13. If I entrusted myself, I would be helpless,
But I prayed and my explanation did not tire.

14. I watered and shepherded it from a past night,
Its twigs returned moist with it.

15. Since my playground is reckless people,
With legs and hands touching.

16. Love made me drink slowly,
The sweetest one can taste, O two lovers!

17. And she glanced at me from the side,
So I avoid you with inadvertent aversions.

18. And distract my thoughts with jokes, hoping
To one day return to my sanity and wisdom.

19. And claim my stinginess deprived me of my sanity,
Just to distract the madmen from the charming seducer.

20. A jasmine we smelled while exchanging,
I plucked it and plucked beauty at once.

21. We were, and I was, like clouds with a moon between,
Then souls of hatred tore our gathering apart.

22. Or like light thrown, and a star scattering it
From between leaves, branches and lawns.

23. The nights of estrangement slacked the strings of my lutes,
Oh how my soul longs for my lute and strings!

24. Oh night that I do not remember from it,
Unless it started with my eyes overflowing with tears.

25. After comfort, the heart returns to its morning thirst,
If only what returned from it had not saddened me!

26. How many nights after it I stayed up in sorrow,
Each worry in it doubles upon me.

27. Like the sea when the wind blows stormy,
My chest, colliding waves with the shore.

28. O igniter of fire in my heart, leaving it
To burn my entrails and ruin the structure of my being!

29. Until I became, and my words for it are furnace,
As if it comes from the wombs of a volcano.

30. Your closeness cools my fires, for they have
A demon's agitation, it seems.

31. You hurried with estrangement, fulfilling my hopes,
And my illness, obsessions and preoccupations.

32. Our night together you and I is one,
Forgiveness, and another is based on a promise and longing.

33. The two nights are my reward for which
There is separation, after kindness.

34. Not the distance of a month or year,
But minutes passing with haste.

35. If you call me to shepherd, then do not rush,
And if you call me to long, then do not blame me.

36. People discussing your beauty is nonsense,
Alas, that is for the doting heart of a lover.

37. O paradise of the eye, the land is not dressed
In repeated, futile worries and sorrows.

38. O a garden from the gardens of charm, alluring,
Billowing with the remote and near.

39. In you the anemones lean to the side for the picker,
On subtleties of pear and amidst basil.

40. And narcissus above it controlling with its glance,
The heart longing in constant pain and sores.

41. I thought I had filled my hands,
Alas - we are deprived, what deprivation!

42. I did not complete enjoyment and beauty from you however much
My eyes saw, nor did I hear unmatched melodies.

43. Nor did I complete more sorrow from me,
O captivator with unmatched beauty!

44. O beauty! How many a brother in beauty I burdened with,
Who walked your path in repulsion and estrangement!

45. When I became aloof from him resentfully,
And restrained my tears from streaming and melting,

46. But that refused, verses about your beauty did not
Leave but paths of admitting and submitting.

47. Is it easier for you to leave a passionate one and his agony
When minds and innermost thoughts become confused?