1. The branches swayed as the dusk was about to lift its veil,
Intoxicated after its slumber came to an end.

2. A crescent whose heart is like a lover's,
When it rises radiant, eyes grow wet.

3. Oppressive yet passionate in the chill of its darkness,
As the dark night painted its cheeks pale.

4. It protects in the fortress of my soul, a spinster's coffeehouse,
I long to embrace it, so it widens my bosom.

5. O morning blossoms, the dawn has sown its joy upon us,
As if the morn has not parted from its friend.

6. I rejoiced in a bliss that filled me, and in a yearning
I called to what had passed me by.

7. Does one who watered that sapling with wine,
Causing eyes to glance coquettishly as branches sway.

8. And one who grew roses on his cheek,
Making my heart double in its weakness.

9. My misguidance grows in the gloom of his hair's night,
So we light a lamp from his shining forehead that never wanes.

10. When it appeared in the night upon a branch and bent,
I saw you - the dusk, the dawn, the branch and the curve.

11. God grant you a tenderness, if I ever desired it,
In the morn its tenderness asks after tenderness.

12. They say about it disdain and avoidance,
As if they never knew the passionate lover.

13. In a dream, after I fell asleep,
An apparition visited me and the morning star had almost hidden.