1. Your love, if blame was virtue
Would not increase my heart's anguish and wounds

2. Love me for a night I spent
Till dawn, joking and fun

3. If it extended its wings over me
For union, the pigeons wouldn't sing and grieve

4. My hands remained all night clasped
Till dawn draped the night in veils

5. Rise and take along the goblets, reign of worries
Make the beds of winds your comfort

6. Don't grieve for the morn, we're content
With the light of tales and dawn is eve

7. When the drinking friends ended it was as though
Stars they carried or goblets

8. I didn't know, when pourers roused their cups
If stars they carried or goblets

9. I've granted the virtuous of the world
Hatred, so I've no comfort in them

10. Who will shelter me in a monastery I loved
When I knew comfort, it turned to winds