1. A fortuneteller told me that you are the path
And that in the path my reverie was good

2. Is it true, I wonder? I thought we would remain
I, promised, and you, my promises

3. Perhaps they talked about us in the evenings
Or we passed by diffusing scent among the flowers

4. Or perhaps doves sang about us
And a feather of lute took off with the lute

5. A fortuneteller told me that I am beauty
My life an ode emerging from a poem!

6. My songs are my poetry and I know them like the wind
On a body straight like a palm tree’s trunk

7. And I at dawn am the meadow’s lily
Swaying about like a gazelle in the meadows

8. Oh, the morning against it the thorn commits suicide
And dew gets drunk on smooth rocks

9. This is me, give more, give more, I am not found
Unless you are, you are my existence!

10. Yes, even if it were true that your arm called me
And your neck ended above my neck

11. And he who threw the night's temptation at me
And amazed beholder behind my composure

12. And I examined your difficult head in my palms
Most wretched to say: “My god!”

13. I would command existence, lay down, and for the sake
Of my beloved lay down and be recreated anew!