1. My Lord, O son of the foremost ones in nobility
And the most noble of those who fear time or hope for favor

2. Leave your fair mixing, I do not see
Chastity for the virgin after she is wed

3. And bestow her upon me free as your generosity
And your leaning a path for your existence

4. So perhaps a night whose bitterness I drink undiluted
With lips smiling from the purest draft

5. As if when she was absent from me
The sun of day set in the full moon of night