1. The nights go bad then get better,
And the vicissitudes of time are never settled.

2. Yet I am content with whatever befalls me,
After displeasure, living is sweet and bitter.

3. I was a youth with one, then I inclined,
So for me there is union and separation with all.

4. Who is like me? With the sun unveiled
On my right, and the moon on my left.

5. With musk drawn as a line on his cheek,
And kohl drawn as a line on the edge of this eye.

6. The saliva of this mouth runs onto me,
And my cup is honey and musk and wine.

7. From the saliva of this mouth and the wink of this eye,
With my cup, there is intoxication and intoxication and intoxication.