1. My beloved, the first of rain is but a drop
And the fire of passion, its smoke has turned to embers

2. Reproach me not if I love, for I love
In hope that time will help me

3. When time showed the betrayal of its people
I turned from them, as patience came to my aid

4. How many a lover, his excuse was clear
He persevered patiently, aided by patience

5. My heart was not in love like his
So praise be to God, and thanks forever

6. I will leave the one I love as he deserves
Though he rivals the full moon in splendor

7. And long for the words of one who knew
Give me wine, and say "This is wine"

8. Give me old wine
Shunned by the virtuous and drunk by fools

9. Pour in a goblet that seems
Like the blush on a cheek when drunk

10. If broken by mixture, it tells
Of lovers harmed by separation's sting

11. No good in kith if you weary me
No good in boons next to blasphemy