1. The nights, I've seen them pass
In an era when my beloved was ungenerous

2. And I imagine that I was happy
With the torment of an infatuated, raving drunk

3. Moments of hope comfort my soul
And a little hope is more than enough

4. That the beauty was miserly being near me
Is a view I see as unbeautiful

5. That a face I loved was created
For my infatuation, with all that was said and spoken

6. Words of passion are lost among them
I registered it with knowing arrival

7. O breeze of the morning, you are a messenger
Be to the beautiful emigrant my messenger