1. How many a night whereof I know not its delight
Lest fate requite me for a night that fled

2. A couch, but every couch save mine is restful
A night, but every night save mine is blest

3. If drunkenness of love were but a sweet
To match the drunkenness of wine, then ne'er

4. Were love unlawful in the eyes of Fate
And when an ignorant eye turned the heart of a wise man

5. Into confusion, as though it gazed on wine
My eye envied him as the revolving sphere

6. Envies the girth of old Khosrow