1. My plight is like yours, oh moon of the valley
I called for Layla, so rise in the darkness and call

2. And send your passion as articulate laments
Or echo from behind the brush, my chant

3. Do not conceal the fervor, for the wounds of yearning
Nor the youth, for the tears of the valley

4. Remember, did we meet in thirst
And how the echo with thick accent responded

5. While you were in the garden of basil, amused
You never went from evening gatherer except to a friend

6. Remember a kiss lost in hair
Misled by your parted guide

7. And a kiss above a soft, fragrant cheek
More splendid than roses in the shadow of the fading dew

8. Remember the look of the valley and our sitting place
By the stream like two birds in the valley

9. The branch inclining to us gently and breeze
And the water at our feet flowing scented

10. Remember melodies here and there
Of the tune of a chanter in the sand dunes or chanter

11. Remember a promised time the days passed with
Did I fly in longing and outpace my tryst

12. And attained what I attained of question and hope
And left before counting my joys and holidays