1. How many a station between Kelothi and Katrabul
Has the morning cloud watered from its rain clouds,

2. Dispensing with the direction of easy life and its shimmering mirage.
When the lightning of the rain cloud flashed,

3. Its thunder stirred the heavy-laden clouds,
Its direction softened and its struggle rejuvenated,

4. Yearning to relieve the distress of souls.
I sipped the wine-cup whose bending almost made me fall

5. Towards the gazelle with the soft neck and large black eyes.
Then came the dawn when sunlight embroidered its garment

6. With interwoven threads of saffron dye.
The wild plums dressed it with a dye. Oh, would that

7. It had never been separated from its time!
The kindler ignited its flints, so it burst forth

8. Like unbound wine, and the water could not quench it.
I thought the goblet was a glowing coal.

9. So I came to a halt at a watering place and drank the sweetest drink,
I drank from the most delicious spring, and in neither intoxication nor sobriety

10. Did disgrace make me withdraw or honor make me refuse.