1. And one night of the nights of time, wholesome,
They are, and it is, lips parched and cracked,

2. I made my right side during it a necklace of melody,
Maidens whose tears in their cheeks are concealed,

3. So the fellowship of friends refused, and the night made us languid,
Its decline, and the morn's caverns smile,

4. We walk along the winding valley's path hesitantly,
And sleep from the eyes of the watchmen takes revenge,

5. Then we parted, and my innocence in its mantles
Protectively embraces in it virtue and nobility.