1. O full moon that rises above the horizon from my glance,
My heart is more deserving to be your horizon, clear and pure.

2. With my love returning, time itself has returned,
So the feast of contentment and good tidings has returned in sequence.

3. With it came one blond with promise in ease,
So excellent is the flow of bounty in that ease.

4. Until when he who I love comes to embrace me,
On earth like the sun when it descends below the horizon.

5. As if my glance were a horizon whose sun has set,
And that color in it is the redness of sunset.