1. In love's stance between fleeting youth
I burdened my heart with passion beyond my capacity

2. Were it not for some stirring in its writhing
I would have deemed it a piece of deaf stillness

3. I kept distracting it from what pained it
And bent over it until my neck twisted

4. Until when it disobeyed me as I reminded it
Of youthfulness in encounters no longer present

5. I made it drink the cup, its surface aflame
And birthed it anew, what birthing!

6. And I sobered from rapture, if only its easiest part
Remained, I would live without care or pillow

7. O pourer of wine, straight, if it ignites
And flickers, bring it without cooling

8. This is the daughter of generosity, now aged, if she spoke
She'd tell of a lad born into generosity

9. If another sensed her while in a goblet
I sensed her while in the vine's embrace

10. O striker of the lute and melodies conveying it
From the heart's precision, echo the lute’s precision

11. You reminded me of anthems I was passionate about
When infatuation would dictate my anthems

12. Who else has a night that stays awake for him like I do
And echoes the voice of love's chanting

13. Ask the nightingales about me in their gatherings
How I mimicked love's sighing and trilling

14. I who passion's hand has twisted and not
Ceased, if mentioned, to yearn for pasture

15. One journeys in life, his only aim:
A vanishing life and traces to endure