1. Remind me, for I have forgotten, and O Lord, a reminder restores my delight,
And raise your beautiful face, let me see how this shyness has not melted away,

2. And rest your little head on my chest, turbulent and restless,
That child, lull him to sleep, for he has not calmed from his rebellion and clamor,

3. And grant my eyes sleepiness on your golden lock of hair,
My deadly thirst, yet I did not guard myself against your spring of sweetness,

4. Chatter, and make tears, and do not care if you incline towards lies,
In me is a tendency for reverie, and in me a yearning like an expatriate,

5. How strange of you, if you forget, and neither my sorrow nor wonder benefit me,
I continued watching the sky, until winter arrived with its clouds,

6. Our meeting was in its breezes, on a meadow, grassy and silken,
We watch the Nile under our boat, and the fluttering of the sail closely,

7. And the shadows of palm trees in a sunset that spilled over the sands like flames,
Our cup is overflowing, and our night comes from the dwellings of the Arabs,

8. Woe to you! Do not look at my cup with the glances of a stranger, and come closer!
Your dewy lips, in them is the spirit of that beloved,

9. The taster with his wine testified that this bouquet is from my grapes!