1. The garden between the fences and the tamarisk trees,
And the branches between the ornaments and the anklets.

2. So face the breeze in front of a sprouting meadow,
Of the sweetest taste of an embrace and a kiss.

3. And join the lute to a melody, for indeed
Its strings have been widowed by the sand.

4. For today’s joy from its saltiness,
Is like the joy of safety for one who fears.