1. Do they remember me or have they forgotten?
They intoxicated him with passion, and made him drunk.

2. They blamed him, so he became the dearest thing,
That aloofness after they had blamed him.

3. May God grant you a long life... Have you known a heart,
Like mine, with those who reside by it tormenting it?

4. If only they would remember the night we had,
When passion was our mother and father,

5. And the eyes of the stars gazed upon us,
And the tongue of the darkness almost revealed us,

6. And the gentle breeze toyed with our clothes,
Like a child they adored without disciplining him,

7. And we drank from the cup of love, so smiles shone
On the faces among us, the bashful ones.

8. I said "I love you, my angel," and her eyelids replied,
But her mouth stammered, not speaking out.