1. The flirtatious, loose-tongued one,
Urging my steed faster, ignoring the reins,

2. Mixing hope and despair for me,
Advancing in word and deed humbly.

3. If seriousness addresses you about it,
Seriousness belies the speech of wishes.

4. Except I'm saying what came to me,
From my suspicions, belying realities,

5. Taking myself to compose something,
Singular in word, diverse in meanings.

6. Standing in fancy, until when
I throw it, I've thrown an invisible place.

7. So it's as if I'm following the beauty
Of something ahead of me, not evident.

8. So I was consoled by a draught of medicine
That grew in the lap of Mother Time.

9. For it is the tooth of fate - if it dashed away
And suckled in its prime from fresh milk -

10. And the two new ones forgot it
Until it was halfway ground down.

11. So we enjoyed the flavor of mocking it,
The delicacy of a virgin, the softness of a lover.

12. And we gained from an aged, mature medicine,
Khosrowan, latent in the goblets.

13. The tribe's abode did not dry it out
Until it shone like the stars of Sinnan,

14. Or like the vein of lightning that splits from it
Valleys like the divergence of the cliffs.

15. So the wakeful white camels are mine, I cry over it,
And the songs are for the singers of songs.