1. The perfume gave you its basil,
And your night was illuminated.

2. So enjoy it before the maidens arrive,
With no wine in it or veils.

3. And respect the cup away from the fool,
For its essence is dignity.

4. It was chosen while the stars stood still,
Unable to control its orbit.

5. So the nights kept consuming
Its body without prevailing over it,

6. Until when every reviler died
And the secret and carpenter perished,

7. It returned to a subtle essence
Whose existence is hidden.

8. As if in its cup an illusion,
Imagined by the barren desert.

9. As if when it glows,
Had its color not turned yellow,

10. The night does not descend where it settled,
For the night of its drinker is day.

11. That even if it kept secrets,
The secrets would not be concealed in its illumination.

12. Intoxication did not overwhelm me, but
A glance from it dazzled me.