1. The stranger watered the doves of dawn
With a cup of doves in the calm of memory

2. I did not know what she said in her babbling
And I was tormented, though she was unaware

3. She sang, so my eyelids overflowed, but
No tears wet my aching chest

4. How much bitter tears I've drunk when
The doves cooed and the moon chuckled

5. O you who grew accustomed to harm after them
And despaired of my innocence and my patience

6. Until if harm left me
I would cry in anguish for the harm

7. Quenching days gone by for us
In the heedlessness of events and fate

8. Resembling goodness and palace
The roaming of the morning breeze at dawn

9. And the open plains of a land
Musky of souls and scattering

10. It is the garden of the world and its grace
And its radiant forehead without blemish

11. It is a singular garden on earth
With rivers flowing beneath it

12. The enraptured breeze stirred in it
Making its languid one drunk from the nectar

13. And the qualities of its water appeared
What it had concealed and slept in secret

14. Flowing in a land spread
With saffron and the perfume of brushwood

15. As if the mud melted in it
And flowed over a land of gold dust

16. The fluttering of the breeze still stirs in it
Bringing dead passions to life as it goes

17. And its fluttering wings have unveiled
The veils of pure souls

18. It kills me forever with the magic of its eyelashes
And gives me life without me knowing

19. How often the wings of night have visited me
Fluttering in fright

20. As the star wings its way to sunset
Having told of the eagle's oncoming

21. The crescent appeared on a night
With but a few days left in the month

22. Like the bangle of a singing girl
With half of it immersed in a river

23. As if Mars when it appeared
Was a fire lit for the eyes of travelers

24. As if Virgo were a dancer
With the sash moving on her waist

25. Disguised, fearing the spies and talebearers
Other than scattering and cleavage

26. Darkness cannot conceal
The rising of the full moon

27. It sheds its tears on its cheeks
Adorning the rubies with pearls

28. And says, "Woe to the watcher! Does not
The sinner fear the Day of Reckoning?"

29. What does he see in us, when our beds
Have spared us from sin,

30. And it passes its hand over the cloak, as
The dawn splits the buds of flowers,

31. And its hand touches and kisses, but I do not
Find myself worthy of kissing the cheek and neck,

32. Were it not for chastity, which is my nature,
I adhere to all my life,

33. I would sip from the sweet water of its vine,
The scented wine of the pillow,

34. Time has been harsh in separating us,
Blamed forever for treacherous betrayal,

35. And I remain captive in its hand,
Oh Lord, release me from bondage