1. This is a day of yearning and a day of sprinkling
It has engraved the meadow with any engraving

2. It said to the tear of the cloud, "Embroider"
O tear of the earth's shirt and sprinkle

3. I shaded in it a correct living
Its youth and my mattress were wrapped in it

4. It walks with our cups to us
A leg that hearts walk to it

5. We mix them in the count of wraps
So it bends in the count of cups

6. I saw from it a human gazelle
Circling the eye of the gazelle and the wild

7. Beauty has dyed its cheeks
For the eye a dye without cheating

8. And sprinkled camphor on its cheekbones
With musk when it sprinkled any sprinkle

9. And the wind scratched when it appeared
Informing its cheek with a scratch

10. Revealing our secrets with a cup
We entrust our secret to it, so it reveals

11. When the temper is covered from it
With something gushing from covering

12. You see in its middle the pleiades
And in the margins the daughters of the bier