1. The lightning of the lands brought light to my eyes,
With its radiance, it renewed the days of meeting.

2. When the joy of wakefulness unfolded,
Sleep was no longer the most precious gathering.

3. It stirred in me a passion, which made me shed
Tears of yearning in the place of our separated union.

4. So it flowed as carnelian with carnelian for the absence of one
Who used to flow it purely with purity.