1. I think today the rain will pour down
For the horizon is reddened with clouds

2. And I'm not used to carrying a cup
Except with the intoxication of grapes or generosity

3. And your sky's habit of giving gifts
Is like the enemy's blood habit with swords

4. When the suns of comfort rise in us
Grant us, every horse its loose rein

5. Sail the sea of generosity in the sea of wishes
And the full moon of the king in the full moon of perfection

6. And make my name from the worshipper son of Yusuf
And make the one charged with dew, greetings of peace

7. When our fingers ride the wave
Of the perfumed, embroidered saddlecloth

8. You revive us with your mention and we move
With your praise, below the masters of men

9. I rejoiced so I do not care what is behind me
The aroma of comfort, a torch before me

10. Since deprived of seeing you
The eyelids of chastity, and the cheek of a rose that lasts

11. So I live by it, more beautiful than easy water
Proceeding from sacrificing yourself to the baths