1. When the appointed time of the oppressors draws near
O morning star, O solace of the wretched

2. I spend the nights with sleepless eyes fixed on you
As though in your melody was my genesis

3. These gardens - may their nightingales give me respite
How often have I voiced in passion my sighs and melody

4. O morning star, and the world is full of grief
I called on you to console me, so console me

5. Until the rising of a sun for a wayfarer
On the road of loss, my soul, release me