1. I kissed the lips of a cup-bearer
As dawn smiled at me with the mouth of youth

2. Until she became like a gazelle and disappeared
The musk of the dew near the slave girls' room

3. The river is a sword in the breeze unsheathed
With bellows of bellows from Brocade

4. As if baring its breast and its pendants
Or rending a garment of rich silk

5. While birds sing and branches dance
In the splendor of Spring's brocade

6. Upon my tunic my hand is not idle
From the jewel of glorious souls

7. And I have glanced at the sick with longing
While longing is clad in sickness

8. So they were tempted by themselves for in them is illness
Of one who found it and neglected fever forgot

9. How many fruits of vanity have I plucked
And forgotten what time has reaped

10. I dismissed my hopes for the chastity of repose
For wishing is the capital of the bankrupt

11. It wanted to touch a bit of my hair
So I cast it away like a leper

12. And I lined my eyes with sleeplessness morning
And gave my sleep away to drowsy eyes

13. I looked upon the cheek of the rose when it blushed from
Shyness and the eyes of the narcissus dimmed