1. The narcissus reminds me of the eyelids of the one
Who left me in the yellowness of the narcissus

2. So I did not stop kissing its whiteness
Yearning for the sweetness of the cup of anemones

3. Until the morning graced the branch of night shadows
And I did not sleep, nor was he sleepy

4. O you who told me about the narcissus and its blossoming
What have you worn from souls?

5. Indeed, you wore the dawn a face, so from where
Did you wear your hair like jasmine?

6. By God, passion for you still remains
Standing still, even if you are the unfair tormentor