1. Yes, you are higher than we hope as fate,
And more generous than who we give praise, a treasure.

2. You are but a cloud,
That pours and brings life to the barren land.

3. If you were not, o son of generosity, a cloud
That gives freely, I would not have sought your raindrops.

4. So give me respite in my hour, for I am a man
Who fears if given honey, to have patience.

5. Leave me from grammarians' raising and lowering,
And dragging to fill my mind fully.

6. For with me, dry lips thirst
For it, and tongues blaze for the hot wind.

7. And hands of longing rend open its bosom,
My chest tightened from the length of its absence.

8. Separation's blade split
Hearts, so hearts of almond trees are cracked to pieces.

9. And if after that, drops come with sweetness,
I will reject them until they return as thanks to you.