1. Neither does the dawn envelop it, nor the gloom,
A night whose starry multitudes are sleepless.

2. Its darkness is confused in the wings’ chaos,
Neither sorrows nor joys can make it stay.

3. You gazelles of the dawn, you are cures
For my eyes when you rise from the stillness.

4. Be gentle with these eyes which weep
Whenever you make them, carnelian flows.

5. However much its mischief ensnares the planets,
Your apparition is there in the high-orbiters.

6. If only I had those nights in which youth sipped
What the zephyrs spilled and the passions mounted.

7. They befriended my being, and life and yearning
In their shade the goblet and the blond ones.