1. O you who concealed your love fearing its loss
My body was made ill by its loss

2. Have mercy on a lover consumed with passion for you
Whom the hands of yearning have pulled from his chains

3. He communicates his state through his tears
And the home he never found due to his longings

4. I swear by it I'll never tire of it
And if I'm silent it's not due to my lack of passion

5. Who will be my night companion with roving glances
A celestial pouring magic from his eyes

6. I've not forgotten a specter who visited me though
Darkness had cast its shadow down his corridor

7. And in the morning he offers me a cup of his talk
Frothy from his sweet embrace

8. Then I awoke with traces of the scent of comfort
Still on my mouth from his retreat

9. And his traits point to him as surely as
His beauty points to his morals