1. Your pure, sincere call untainted by affectation
And praise be, pure and free of insincerity

2. O you of white hands, how much right upon me
Is yours, of faithful loyalty around my neck

3. Who can thank you enough for the easiest gift
You brought of pistachios and of syrup

4. Of a fruit, few can rival it
In its kind, in taste and fragrance

5. And of a healing, assuaging nectar, I felt secure with it
From Layla's worries and the sleeplessness of night

6. When we drink the chosen wine of the beloved, the dawn shone for us
At nightfall

7. And he said in the transmission, he who sits with us
Is of our making in temperament and ethics