1. O bearer of the sharp polished sword
Draw it and cast away the scabbard

2. You, Lord of the strong warriors
It did not suffice to carry the sword in vain and withered

3. Eyes that appear in which the fighter
Nothing has flowed except steadfastness

4. They have bound our hearts with wounds
More firmly than a wounded gazelle from the children of Tork

5. Whose cheek is wounded with words, not with glances
So the army of night has collapsed without pain

6. Its cheeks have dawned and the winds are clearing
So I imagined that my binding was a morning

7. He visited me while night had dragged its tail
So he showed us that his face was sun at night

8. Whenever the wind leaned with it
His face appeared and shone

9. He made the ignorant night a morning
And a chiding beloved who had spent the night

10. Keeping him from harm in words
I said, say that I am risking my soul

11. He said, Refrain, I said No
I do not fear disgrace along with his love

12. How many nights he spent conversing with me
While the blackness of night is inseparable from dawn

13. So he quenched my thirst, and the cup brought us together
He said, "Is the cup not full with comfort?"

14. I said, "Your sweet saliva is enough comfort for me."
He said to me in reproach, and night was our guide

15. With my hand bringing him close to my pillow
You came between me and my sleep

16. Making your right side a pillow for my leg
And the left hand on my waist an embrace

17. And a girl who met with him and leaned
Seeking to kiss him when she leaned away

18. So he recoiled from her disgusted and said
“Do not forbid the kiss of a night when you allow it"

19. We do not lack your graciousness