1. I say, as wakefulness is prolonged with his mention,
And the shooting stars are bent on flying,

2. And lightning flickers as if
It were the sword of a brave man or the heart of a coward

3. Cleaving the blackness of night with ease
Dyed red or its coat of mail with spears.

4. He greeted me, then bade farewell,
And the lightning's brilliance lodged a heart enamored of him, suffering.

5. His cheek seemed before my eyes, so I sprang up to it
With tears that streamed from my eyelids curing me.

6. I pass the night slain by my passions. My only
Bedmate is my flooding crimson tears.

7. It's as if the stars of flowers around me are bereavements,
The raven of nightfall between them wailing.

8. I bowed down in yearning for them from afar.
If they come near, imagine how you’d find me!