1. Tell the one who complains of insomnia,
O companion of passion and anxiety,

2. That in love I see none
Like my state, nor insomnia.

3. O you who for me has slept and rested,
While Satan, my solace,

4. With the flame of passion has burned.
O beard of God, blaming

5. Came with superstition and nonsense.
He thought I was his solace,

6. While your love, he did not believe.
If he came to me openly

7. With kinds of blame,
I would not have cracked the stick, and from

8. The dawn and daybreak descended.
By my father in passion a shower

9. Upon me an arrow of love shot.
In it I let flow my tears

10. As it runs in floods.
And towards its inclination

11. Came an inclination in harmony.
Of soft stature, crescent his cheek,

12. Sunset his blushing cheek.
If dawn saw his cheek,

13. It would split and crack from it.
Or if the full moon saw his face,

14. It would disappear in the darkness and vanish.
Or if the branch saw his stature,

15. The branch would hide in the leaves.
What harm did his phantom do

16. If to the door of the tavern it knocked?