1. I wrote, O only King of angels and humans,
And the wind left me no robes or remnants.

2. The flute began complaining in its mellowness,
Responding to the moan of drums and strings.

3. We were in rapture unlike any other rapture,
Taking joy along into the future of life.

4. In song, when its beginnings are stirred,
It makes the regretful forget lights and flowers.

5. The fresh juice in the wine-press in its harvest
Is like shooting stars in the wine cup’s spheres.

6. Bashfulness makes her gentle limbs hasten;
She’s like a moon in the onlooker’s eyes.

7. When we mention you, nodding with our faces,
Kissing the ground and ruins fervently,

8. This has been our state since the sword of dawn shone
And the darkness of night faded away.

9. So pass your judgement and see if your servant's verse
Can be matched by any of that group.

10. And I will come when its sun has set
And night arrives in bands.

11. I will spur refined manners toward you,
Adorned in the essence of eloquence—so drink them without bitterness.