1. People confided in him their secrets
As if he were the best keeper of secrets

2. His melodies are the kisses of the passionate
And the whispers of those who love to stay up late

3. And the sad lament of one who complained of his worries
Which makes the rustling of trees stir

4. The nightingale increases them with his tune
Whatever the nightingale wants at dawn

5. His hidden secrets we do not know
Revealed by the moon when it travels

6. In the stillness of night and from his secret
The night begets the minds of people

7. Does the mind rejoice when it sees
In the dark of night the suns of thought?

8. In his chest rest the people of piety
While the young stay up conversing with the moon

9. In his chest laughs the daughter of passion
And her laugh is a sign of that distress

10. In his chest he kills those who have seen
In their life misery and tasted boredom

11. He seems to the thief like a gown if
He casts it, it is picked up by people's eyes

12. And the sentry cries out in fear when
He sees him spread out among the graves

13. He dies in the day and lives through it
Does the night mock the judgment of fate?