1. The heart of meaning is ever throbbing
When the dear one smiles, its lightening flashes

2. So let no blamer blame me for loving
Love is an intoxicating cup, its wine excellent

3. O flex of the alive one, without any veil
Nestling between the ribs, its bending

4. The lodger in their meadows knows not
What passion drives him to them

5. The minds of men march towards it
When its young camel slows down its troop

6. And between those domes there is an open space
Forbidden like flowing water its path

7. His cheek takes the place of spring roses
As if his anemone were his anemone