1. You reproached me for what gifts I brought you, as though
I returned your necklaces as torture upon sorrows.

2. You reminded me of poetry I had forgotten,
And some I have that gives birth or makes one forget.

3. Whenever I compose a poem, I compose a horn as a companion,
I marvel at myself and separate from my poetry.

4. I hope for liveliness while time is lazy,
So my soul parts from it, and thoughts are imprisoned.

5. Were it not for you, I would not have resumed it reluctantly,
Knocking on it or pulling out a molar with it.

6. How could I not when you gifted me a garden
That illuminates my heart when I rise or retire?

7. You promised it when forty was my fold,
And here I am, having completed five to five.

8. Your affection from the prolonged request and its hardship
Has made my head gray from long awaiting it.

9. So gift it as kohl to the eye for now,
For my eye grew bleary and my soul grew bleary.

10. And revisit the love of morning cups, for life is an affliction,
And sorrows may be cut by the unsheathed blade.

11. The watcher of night praises the fate of joys
In the morning, and the day erases the evil of yesterday.