1. Awaken your eyelids from their languid sleepiness
For the sun has poured for us from her chalice

2. And the leaves have sung upon their branches
And the breezes have passed by with their breaths

3. And the gardens have winked at you, if they rang out
Between the elegant narcissus and the myrtle

4. Arise early tomorrow and reproach the blamers
If you are of the people of the cup and its companions

5. And keep your account if their flock multiplies
And subtract the fifths in their sixths for them

6. And cast the elixir of it upon your worries
And spend upon the bags from her bags

7. A maiden whom moodiness has touched and so produced
A cup circulating among those seated around her

8. Musky in scent, but from her consciousness
The absent plants caution you

9. Of every belle with a beautiful figure
Adorned not with her jewels and clothes

10. She tried to compare herself with the branches foolishly
But stature goes beyond her estimate

11. A maiden whose gown of chastity I removed
So my puns are of the finest of her puns

12. When the moons of dark night appeared
And when the bright eyes of the wild cows shone

13. By God, the moons are not of her forms
Nor are the gazelles of her species

14. Beware if she leans towards you and touches you
For I fear her touch may sway you