1. Is there a way to the beautiful flowers?
Is there someone to guide me to their trail?

2. Is there a tent for me among the encampments of bliss?
Is there a place for me in the shade of the groves?

3. The tongue of my state says it yearns
For that to which there is no way.

4. My love for you is true, O ultimate wish,
And for that love my heart is sick.

5. You rose like the full moon over the celestial pole
With no setting after your rising.

6. I ransom you, O peerless in beauty and grace,
None can equal you among the beautiful.

7. Your meadow is verdant, your roses in bloom,
Your beauty desired, to it hearts incline.

8. Your blossoms are smiling, your branches supple,
Souls sway toward them whichever way they lean.

9. Your figure is charming, your glance is piercing,
With it the knight of afflictions against me charges.