1. O melancholy poet, the night has passed
And still you remain immersed in your sorrows

2. Surrendering your sad head to thoughts
And your withered eyelids to wakefulness

3. One hand holds the quill and the other
Trembles over your forehead

4. Your parched mouth bears the heat of your breath
Which overwhelms your faint moan

5. You do not listen to the thunder at night
Nor are you cheered by the lightning’s flash

6. Silence has crept through your silent room
And stillness settled in the depths

7. Except for this lamp whose friendly light
Watches over you with sympathy

8. And the dying embers in the hearth
Mourn life in the ashes

9. You have withered your heart with grief
And shattered your delicate being

10. Alas, my poet, the night has worn on
And still you remain in your place

11. Neither the darkness pities you
Nor grieves for those tears in your eyes

12. What lies beyond this wakefulness in your mournful night
Why not release your sorrows?

13. Arise now from your place and enjoy
The sweetness of the vine’s juice

14. And seek in your bed warmth that makes you forget
The day of sorrow and the night of tribulation

15. You will not be rewarded by life
For the grief and pallor you have borne

16. For it is for the dissolute, the frivolous and the foolish
Not for the gifted poet!