1. I do not forget, I do not forget the day in the monastery and our gathering,
While we were enjoying blessings, fulfilling blessings.

2. I met him cheerful among the youths of blossoms,
Whatever manners and generosity you wish in them.

3. And dawn follows darkness in the trail of its flowers,
Like a swordsman on the track of the defeated.

4. We did not stop riding the mounts of comfort,
Trotting among us with music and tunes,

5. Until the two of us were turned away and the sun was chased off
By wings of night in an army of darkness.

6. And we had no power for frivolity between us,
No foot independent of the other.