1. The morning light has lifted its veil
And its breeze has spread over the sands

2. Come, O Layla, how sweet is its drink
When the sultan of sailors is present

3. How sweet, O Layla, is that breeze
May God keep that morning alive

4. I see in your old covenant
Cups that have been mixed with ease

5. Until when alone with the companion
Serve in it to me, O breeze, gently

6. Take the poor man and gather his clothes
His sale has arrived in the morning

7. And whoever blames, call him with his blame
I am a poor man without a weapon

8. How many meanings, O Layla, you have
For one who knows your old meaning

9. I filled from your beauty the cups
And every lover in you wanders

10. It is I who lived my gardens
With Layla, wine, and the companion

11. Your wine pleases me in its vapor
When blended at dawn

12. We narrate it to the wondrous pearl
When placed on the necks of sailors

13. O you who gather the wine of love
Tell him, is it forbidden or lawful?

14. O you who wants to quench his thirst from it
Take, let him bow to the feet of men

15. I have laid my head for every gray hair
They cared, serving me the fresh

16. And in their monastery I laid my necks
And all who met them profited

17. And whoever understood this speech
His drinking from it sailors quaff