1. With sighing and moaning, I complain of the harshness of a reproacher
Who casts aspersions on me about the softness of his slender waist

2. I traveled by night and his radiant brightness illuminated the darkness
Until the night sought refuge in his hair from him

3. His cheek was dripping sweat from the flowing wine
Like roses sprinkled by the clouds with their rain

4. In his hand was a goblet of wine from which
I take delight, solaced by its drink

5. Its color from his cheeks, its taste from his saliva
Its bubbles from his lips