1. My tongue fell silent, and my tears began to flow,
Sorrow took up residence within me, and my joy departed.

2. Truly I am one who is shackled for as long as passion blooms,
Blooming continuously, while passion exposes me.

3. The one whose name I do not openly profess
Brings me joy, though indirectly it is made clear.

4. He desires my love and inclination,
Yet from me he averts his face and turns away.

5. He has shown to us, of his hair and his brow,
Two cheeks, one of night and one of morning.

6. Wondrous is he who brings wellness to bodies with his health,
And with spirits how many wounds has he afflicted.

7. With his words, the captivated is freed, and with his glances,
The innocent is seized, unable to find respite.

8. I reproached him one night, with no third present
Except his brother the full moon rising radiantly.

9. Oh, that beautiful night! If only it would last
And extend, to allow our union wings.