1. My beloved, neither dawn brings joy, nor does eve,
Then what is the state of one who yearns at dusk as at dawn?

2. If the east wind distressed me, still I never ceased
To be devoted to the ferment of passion in that plain,

3. Nor did my inner self cease being roused
By the prompting of memories after sadness departs,

4. And the palace of the Persian sways gently
As my heart indefatigably fans the flames of sorrow,

5. And the company of an advisor in the past was no dishonor
So he came in excessive ardour with good advice,

6. As if I never witnessed at the eye of the beloved
The descent of reproach whose end was opening,

7. And the deeds of the one who wronged, if he walks
As an envoy of humility between us, he confirms peace,

8. And days of connection with mellow wine I procured
Unless its time be Eid, or Easter,

9. And nights of revelry in the tavern of Malik
Sometimes playing music, or swimming as you wish,

10. With a anchored one who pours you from his balconies
Green goblets whose wine is tempered in the mansion,

11. The haunts of pleasures and lands of youth
Where I put off the full one with them in my dreams,

12. Can it be! Does the sanctuary of the blossoming one still stand
And accomplish its far goal his tears pouring forth?

13. The towers of a kingdom whose sides shone
And we spent the night in them while it was still dawn,

14. Imagination represents its domes before me
So its cupola, then the vast celestial sphere, then the roof,

15. A place of comfort whose beauty reminds of eternity
If the youth seldom echoes in it or spends the day there,

16. There are the blue doves that coo on its banks,
Shadows where I entrusted to time therein a noble youth,

17. I compensated for the severity of separation through them
An echo of expanses the vintages had filled at dawn,

18. And from carrying the cup whose guide I ransom
Penetrating terrors, for it I carried the lance,

19. Yes, my night above the shore of Naytah
Is shorter than my night at Anah then Bat'ha.