1. The night spread its wings when she knocked,
Greetings to the sun without a morning dawn,

2. Bashfulness kept her silent,
As if speech was not allowed for her.

3. She came with sickness in her eyelids,
In it the sincerities of daybreak.

4. I sought from her kisses I once had,
I had proposed to her throughout time.

5. I kiss the pearl whose spring flows for me
With fresh water in which relief flows.

6. And I quench the anguish of longing with what
Was not in the power of gushing water.

7. With an embrace we never betrayed
And a bond we never broke intransigently.

8.
He who dreams has no blame

9. For the partnership of dreams flying freely.
I wished for youth but if I were the morning breeze

10. I would not have turned away from them.
I turned grey hair away from her

11. With talk of peace or words of struggle.
Comfort the soul with basil and go,

12. And obey her cupbearer but disobey superstitions.
And gently turn the red wine that intoxicates

13. With just a whiff during every morning's first light.
Do not be fooled by her shyness,

14. She shows it on a cheek, shameless and bold.
Test her with water and you will know

15. That between water and fire there is rapport.
And when the wine protects her intoxication

16. Blending has left her violation permitted.
Let me waste my youth cheerfully,

17. The dowry is not returned from one who is playful.
For only the youth is comfortable in life

18. Who jokingly takes life seriously.
So serve me a drink with the permission of the Sultan of passion,

19. Nothing but a cup of relief can heal the soul.
And wait for dreams after me again and again,

20. How much corruption has had an outcome of righteousness.
The rod shook, the full moon appeared,

21. The mound quivered, and the amber smelled.
The curly-haired one leaned the air with it

22. Like a son of water who folded his wings to the burrow.
As if the west opened from it

23. A bouquet of jasmine or lavender.
As if the dawn with its lights

24. Cried out at the darkness for the gloomy.
So drink relief and do not refrain

25. From the hand of play morning or evening.
Weigh down rest with cups

26. Of a drink from the hand of a smooth-cheeked beauty.
In a garden the rain planted

27. The scents of spirits pacing the open space.
It takes in the gaze, blossoms to it

28. Then gives it blossoms of sincerity.
The cloud suckled syrups, from it

29. The columns of salt grew.
Every branch that pride touches its sides

30. Quakes from the drinking cup at dawn.
It wears the color of myrtle whenever

31. It bid farewell at the edge of the day in calmness.
So that the soil is aromatic musk

32. And the dew is camphor of the open country.
As if the breeze sprayed its blossoms

33. With the water of roses, mouths of the winds.
Will you not take a life that requires

34. Your rising at dawn and resting at sunset?
And when you part from the days of youth,