1. I grew weary of the nights and their pains,
And nothing shone of their nectar,

2. So I shattered my cup and cast it away,
Into the valley of sorrow and hell of torment.

3. It wept as tears flooded over it,
And it settled as passion overflowed from it,

4. Sorrow cast its garb upon it,
And silence and gloom buried it.

5. Where now are the wishes and their melodies?
Where are the cups and where is the wine?

6. Crushed by the palms of darkness,
Drained by the lips of mirage.

7. What life is there in a raging storm,
Whose anger is severe and cannot be answered?

8. Gloomy and lonely in his pains,
His dreams cry out in lament.

9. The flowers of spring withered away,
Sleeping as the dust covered them.

10. If only the gazelles would incline
Their slender necks, and dreams of torment!

11. Beauty departed and fragrance vanished,
Decay ruined the magic of their charm.