1. God watered the days of my youth and passion
And the prime of my green adolescence - may it be a generous time!

2. Like clouds that pour down water in the dwellings of the garden
And cause the green leaves to grow on its branches.

3. And it was generous with the wine that had no fault added
To its beauty except that it was bitter.

4. When the sun reproached me and reproached my tormentor
With what reddened of it for sunset and what yellowed.

5. And the rest of my beloved and the lightning of his smile
And his languorous glance mixed wine for me.

6. Many cupbearers then stood around me
The wish of every pourer being that I prolong the drunkenness.

7. So I did not know whether it was passion I was given to drink
Or whether it was the limpid or the bewitched wine.

8. Greetings to that generous one and his goodness
However much the generous one refused and refused.