1. O our life, and life is but you, though
I call on you, for passion has ignited my ribs,

2. Do you remember the promise on that night,
When virtue praised your deed as well as mine?

3. The stars marched to the west but did not attain
Except talk and a farewell kiss.

4. And your caution from the spies’ staring,
Parting with it almost pleaded for me.

5. As for the nights of separation, they are
My fervent love’s seclusion,

6. Though in my humiliation and devotion.
So I who brought the remote near,

7. And I who called on the unhearing,
That union was not hard, being a helper

8. To a helper, and time is a obedient foe,
If days would judge fairly in their ruling,