1. We are a bliss and they are a dreadful place
Where eyes and hearts were tormented

2. Love poured the mercy of God upon us
So we are sprinkled with delight and fragrance

3. All our happy veins lead to faith
And to hope there are paths

4. Taking us to utmost felicity
Dazzling us with its magic till we melt

5. You, O night, you are the most beautiful dream
Poured into eyes by a wondrous dream

6. People have not seen, since Eve, a beauty
With this dew and flame

7. What color is it, as if it were the dawn in it
With remains of the deep dawn, paleness

8. Your eyes drew it in perplexities
It is from your soul, the strange imagination

9. When the fantasies of sentiments float over it
Its whiteness, dyed, becomes hidden

10. On your cheeks, O night, is wine
Where dew has set it aflame, or is it milk?

11. Or, on your cheeks, is the shadow of sins
Of an insolent who came to you repenting?

12. Your beauty is beauty, and it is kindness to creation
And whatever remains are sins

13. You said, say further, and you smiled, so ignorance and nations
Stirred in my being

14. And springs, the likes of which good land has not kept alive
Ran in my blood

15. And a flock of birds in my conscience
Chirped, so it is in me, blissful existence

16. All I have is splendor, melody, but
In my tongue the nightingale echoed

17. You said, in your beautiful silence, a talk
No gifted mouth has conveyed the like of it

18. So by my soul I heard what you did not say
It is in my senses, inscribed

19. Then you kissed branches in your hands
So your poured out heart flowed in it

20. And with my hair you bound it and on
My eyes you imprinted a smile that does not disappear

21. I said what? You said a wreath of love
Thus the lover honors the lover

22. Crowns will melt, O night, and the
Sultan’s turbaned forehead will melt

23. And wreaths will fade and wear out
And the cave that does not age will gray

24. But on my temple and heart will remain
Your fresh, moist branch, alive and fragrant