1. The youth who you are enamored with quenched thirst
Come let us grant the cup its due

2. And may the eyelids be joyous in the path of tears
And may the sides of time be wiped

3. That it may return from its displeasure after displeasure
Do you have knowledge of what passion does

4. When the tear of the eye flows above its outlet
And what the recollection kindles when

5. A breeze wafts from you, suffusing the musk short of its vent
It was nothing but the glance the eyelid stole

6. And the heart became hostage to the sin of its crime
How can justice be that a man commits a crime

7. Then his neighbor takes the blame for his iniquities