1. The God awoke, long live the God, revolving are the ages,
At the origin of the canal of Gerun.

2. My night grew long, and I stayed sad like a mourner,
Worries attacked me like heavy rains.

3. Whether I entered through the door on my left,
Or went out through the one on my right,

4. I was devoted to Damascus, so much
That my family thought I was possessed by obsession.

5. She is as radiant as a pearl of rare essence,
Chosen from a hidden treasure.

6. When you forget her you cannot find
In glory another of equal richness.

7. She makes musk, and jasmine and jujube
Seem like pleas for her favor in winter.

8. And I said, when my night grew long,
And my night tossed in every style:

9. Would that I knew if my sleep flew for love,
Or if my Lord deprived me, made sleep short.

10. Then I met her at the green dome, walking
On patterned marble with grace.

11. A dome of bricks, built by her
Where winter ends, in a fur coat.

12. Domes adorned, houses whose dressed stones
Speak of basil and marjoram.

13. Then we parted, though we had been
Two companions, now two separated.

14. She wept from fear of parting for good,
Weeping of sorrowful after sorrowful.

15. Ask about my remembering, my longing,
Do not refuse, when they accuse me.