1. The spirit of the spirit, pour me a cup,
And recount the tale of the enraptured one,

2. In the time of creation, I saw the presence,
Of the impossible in illusions,

3. And I persisted in my misguidance, then came,
The warner of passion with the religion of love,

4. And from the orbit of the beloved appeared,
The sun of morning and the full moon,

5. She called me to battle, her armies,
Returned me with victory among people,

6. My patience, self-control, and wisdom,
And firm feet in determination,

7. So we marched lightly to the meeting,
To defeat passion with the resolve of dignity,

8. And we awaited the vanguards of beauty, until
Her radiant smile came to us,

9. And her banners appeared boasting,
Of armies that came to aid love,

10. And they provoked the clashing of swords, until
The soul lost itself in the darkness of infatuation,

11. So we met and the war,
Bared its forearms to water the doves,

12. And I advanced quickly, as if fear,
Was behind, and salvation ahead of me,

13. And my beautiful patience called, though
It had been frowning, so it smiled at me,

14. And it bent, but I did not rein in the soul,
Until it bowed to her dark stature,

15. I was happy with the union in her nearness,
So the separation of bodies did not doubt,

16. If you could see my stance, as the sights,
Wavered between arrows and swords,

17. And you see the stars of light in the darkness of fortune,
Scattered to aim at people,

18. It did not lie in reviving my passion with glances,
That give life to the relics of love,

19. God revived my passion, but after,
The death of my wishful thinking,

20. So it clothed me when I was bare of patience,
But in the garb of distress and sickness,

21. And it quenched me when I thirsted from yearning,
But with the cup of passion and delusion,

22. This is my story and this is my account,
Of the beginning of passion and the beauty of the conclusion.