1. The morning's troubadour awakened delight
When the night ended its sorrow and wept

2. A warbler followed the cries - we know not
If it was pleased or angered by that

3. The birds do not deny that he is
Their king, so with the crown he busied himself

4. Darkness folded its flags retreating
When it saw dawn spreading its sweetness

5. And the night from the morning's attack
Was like a monk who tore his cassock in delight

6. So enjoy the wine left over
That graced the palm of the tavern keeper

7. As if he had poured into the bottle
A gentle breeze and softness from Sabah

8. The fire of worries is not extinguished
Except by the light of the flaming goblets

9. The spout of the wine remains humble
Bending, while the libertine's tail withdraws

10. And a seat where there is no movement to rouse
While leaning on all fours it stood

11. Yellow, scorched - its breath
The eye imagines it a fervent lover

12. When we string pearls around his neck
After an hour he turns them into gold

13. Our fire has not died out or stopped
The steeds of frivolity raced, driving us

14. The charmer's eyes have no veil
As he peeped through the wine-colored glass

15. From his mouth and cheek I reaped
With a glance of my eyes, a wondrous flower

16. Red anemones, golden, seen shy
And freckled lilies, cracked open

17. Until when his vigor and delight subsided
All the difficulties were eased

18. I overpowered my companions, alone with him
And who wins but the victorious?

19. I sip the sweet saliva of his mouth, a waist
As if in it lies spoils and ruins