1. The singer enchanted hearing with his singing,
For passion steals the temper of the hot-blooded.

2. And my state inclined to passion in its lowness,
So end this lowness, beginning with rising high.

3. Then he rent the garment of sobriety in intoxication
And repaired its rending with patches.

4. Turn not your back in the field of love,
And meet passion with a courageous heart.

5. And if the caller to trysts calls you,
Respond, and gain the beauty of endeavors.

6. We have departed from presence by ecstasy over us,
And left existence after farewell.

7. How we kept faith with passion while it was in us,
A king who spent the night being the shepherd of his flock.

8. How many valleys in a hollow, how much love in a valley,
Travelers from the beauty of the full moon's rising.

9. Swaying, bestowing beauty through their charms,
Every light from her radiant face.

10. I alone am passionate for her in my love,
My sight, speech, hearing - all is she.

11. She took me from myself and caused me to perish from myself,
Veiling me with her flashing lightning.

12. My secret cried out to her secret horde, so my drink
Is love of her, while all else is a mirage of the wastes.

13. Love her ecstatically, beholding the exquisite,
Beauty in her, beauty in creation.

14. And I conclude words wherever the state, if you intend
Beginning, for there is no call for breadth.