1. O how delightful is the cup in the hand of the beloved
It melted the lights amidst the flames

2. And how delightful is the wind that never stopped
Intoxicating me with rapture until I disappear

3. O branch of acacia, turn its roses
And the roses on the acacia are for me wondrous

4. And pass the moons the sparks of dusk
O sun and the matter is also strange

5. I sacrifice for you, there is no doubt in my youth
Nor any fault in my infatuation

6. So judge as you wish besides my aloofness
For the act of my beloved is all dear to me