1. For love's madness I gave up my gardens,
So he called me, "My blamer, he called me,

2. Give me to drink the water sacrifice in the glass,
And stop drinking what you two give."

3. Surely yesterday I trusted, when I died with it,
That I would die a second death.

4. Coffee that dispels worries when
It takes hold of the places of sorrows,

5. It scattered the comfort of temperament upon it
While it does not revolve in the eyelids.

6. So it flows from gentleness in the souls
The way spirits flow in bodies.

7. And its languid coquetry wandered in beauty
In which meanings are lost.

8. It comes with its cup of his gifts
To us the subtleties of passions.

9. We have not seen a rose like the rose in his cheeks
Rising on the branch of the myrtle.

10. The crescent visited me while the dusk
Was in the arm of the horizon like a sea with half a moon.

11. And it left while the crescent was in the company of the sky
My partner in the fist of pledging.

12. And the hand of Virgo stretches out to embrace
The darkness without fingers.

13. As if the necklace in the night’s darkness
Was three above a choker’s knot.

14. And as if the arm beneath the Pleiades
Was a flag hoisted without a pole.

15. And as if Mars when the west
Was cast at it was a flame of fire.

16. And as if the stars were the eyes of warriors
Installed in the brows of the black men.

17. A drink that souls crave for what is in its folds
Of the nectar of the tongue.

18. I was chaste while yearning for it,
So my union with it is better than my estrangement.

19. No, his cheeks have not reddened from blushing,
Nor have the suns of his teeth yellowed.

20. No, I did not obey the blamer in the pleasure of the glass,
Nor have I become a lover in time.

21. I will prolong prostration in the direction of the glass
With the praises of the tongues of the arms.

22. How many prayers have been held for a youth who died drunk
Among us without a call to prayer.

23. O passerby whose cheeks
Are dyed with the staining of cups,

24. Hurry with the laughter of the cups in the dusk of the garden,
When the jugs cry over it.

25. And give me the coffee that grows the rose
If you wish in the cheeks of the beauties.

26. Do not tickle the breast of the tavern girl with the hands of fun
Like the breasts of the protected ones were tickled.

27. In gardens that show you lights in the night
Of anemones.

28. Written by the hands of the clouds with pens
Of tears upon the crests of melodies.

29. Intimacies intimate and touches
Formed from the conscience of meanings.