1. If only he had adorned it with the skirts of Hindustan
And fragranced it with the scent of his sigh at dawn,

2. But he denied love and feared that the tongue of the goblet
Would reveal it to you - so keep its helplessness with you,

3. For it is enough for him that his overflowing tears
Were not contained, like a loosened bridle.

4. There is a link between the living and the dead,
Do you not hear it in the bright daylight?

5. I remembered the olden days, and yet
I remembered the olden days and did not forget.

6. It was an age whose morning and evening
Vied over the attributes of a hare-lipped elf.

7. Sorrow slapped his cheek
And a narcissus tear flowed from his eye.

8. Until the stars of his perfection set
And the cups of his morning melted into Hindustan,

9. Keep up love, for if you cry,
These tears are the bubbles of those goblets.

10. And you have often ignited a spark of yearning
That kindled the glowing embers of weeping eyes,