1. With the redness of that crescent's face
And the weakness of that gazelle's eyelashes

2. Unite today with yesterday, for I see
For it, with good fortune, aspects of connection

3. An air, clear, and a love like it
Like the wine of grapes and water of streams

4. And clouds whose fancy is like spearmint
And wakefulness whose reality is impossible

5. And like gems, the blossoms of sweet basil
And drops of dew between them like pearls

6. When its sun approaches to shine
Its lights radiate like wolfsbane

7. And this monastery strives with its gazelles
Its tree branches in types of beauty

8. And its blonde seller is at a loss
Even if he obtained from a goblet a public treasury

9. Oh he who is proud of his imagination ransom me
With my soul, wealth, uncle and aunt

10. For how much intoxication I had before calling
Between its rotations and the rotations

11. Its steeds roam the rotations
So they fill what rose in that arena