1. Your talk, how sweet! So speak more and converse with me
About the lovely, unique, sublime, unmatched beauty.

2. And do not tire of mentioning him, for remembering is my companion,
Though it rouses longing from every awakening.

3. For God's sake, cure the madness of my soul with his words,
And with repeating in the knot of my passion, breathe into me.

4. Truly, though I have confessed what ails me,
He smiled at me knowingly, playing with one troubled.

5. And he swore by the Bible, "I am verily a comforter,"
Yet do not reproach my tear from one sincere but false.

6. And I must tell my story to the priest, tell him my tale,
Maybe he will help the outcast, the one crying for help.

7. Jesus did not bring them a religion of cruelty
To be cruel to the anguished and toy with the wretched.

8. And my heart is free of the finery of pretense,
Passionately loving a shy gazelle, unkempt and disheveled.

9. My secret will shine forth like the dawn,
And my conversation will be the talk amongst all who converse.

10. And he will boast of me between a cup and a garden,
And recite my poetry between pairs and trios.