1. He has long sought the youth through messages,
Yet the era of childhood affection has not arrived hopefully,

2. Nights in which the beloved stayed conversing with me,
And the birds of joy were clamoring in the dwellings,

3. The secret of nightfall sprawling on the horizon somberly
And the echo of melodies and voice of swallows,

4. He went around pouring the wine intermittently
Sprinkling what he has of beauty that has no equal,

5. So I saw a dawn rising from his sides,
And two suns from a shepherd and a serving face,

6. And his cheeks are like a fawn's grazing place,
And his glances are like Indian basil,

7. As if fresh pure rose in the morning and evening,
Passed over his cheek youthfully,

8. And he spent the night on the neck of the lute and its strings,
Relating the garment of joy to the composer,

9. And the fingers evoke intermittently,
Like the young offspring of a meadow and sprouts