1. Wait for me here with the night.. I am
A secret in your broken chest, so

2. Said the wretched one, and the night
Moaned on her chest, and poetry

3. And trembling as if it were the kisses of lovers,
Unprotected by veil or cover

4. And she has a look as if remnants
Of farewell are passing by her eyelids

5. Drowsiness, and wakefulness.. And here is the thing
That was said to people about: magic!

6. And supplication as if it were the estrangement of the bird,
It has a way in the cords of the tents

7. And she has a shudder as if a goblet
Was taken by my palms, so she is all intoxication to me

8. My flute in the fields how it rang out
I almost flew from my joy with it

9. The partridges in my pasture dance with it
And the bees in my garden respond to it

10. And light from the rapture of its melody
It leaned in its cradle to play with it

11. The lilies sang to it from awakened eyelids
And almost from intoxication conversed with it

12. I blew in its flute so it made me joyful
And went in my solitude to caress it

13. It flirts with the soul from its tunes
With a throb in the morning that makes it leap

14. Intoxicated from the delight of spring without
Wine, by which its planets glittered

15. It yearns to its cradle with something
From the coolness of its breeze that observes it

16. A young girl whose tresses are disheveled
And adorned with traveler's joy

17. I sang in its shade.. Did she hear
My tune and her loosely hanging ornaments quivered

18. Or did a breeze visit her in her bed
And went from infatuation to pull her?