1. The full moon rose over us,
In the manner of night's embroidery, embroided;

2. We knew not whether it was a troop of spirits
Whose thoughts were stolen away,

3. Or the Zulaikhas of passion whose hearts
Were enslaved when Yusuf shone forth,

4. Annihilated with ardour, dissolved with longing,
And thereafter ensnared in this infatuation.

5. Is it an effulgent blossom in the darkness,
Or is it the rose plucked in the night?

6. Is it the sun that appeared unveiled to lovers,
And by their love was eclipsed?

7. Is it the traces that remain after all have gone
Whereby the beloved is remembered?

8. Wonders upon wonders upon wonders!
A word whose meaning is twisted!

9. A night without daybreak,
A sea without shore!

10. Take on bewilderment and do not turn away from it,
Linger and do not leave.