1. Do you not see the dawn has shown its tokens,
And greeted you with wine from the cupbearer?

2. The night has folded its stars to the west,
As blossoms fall from a garden bed.

3. The birds rise to preach in their gardens,
Shaking their wings - their pulpits tremble.

4. The roses scent the hems of dawn with magic,
When they bloom in sleeves, their perfumes mingle.

5. Rise to a cheek whose sun shames the moon,
As he turns it, his glances are sorcery.

6. His coyness outshines the light of dawn,
And the darkness of night when it falls.

7. When he sways a branch of his stature,
It seems his wrists are bound by bracelets of sand.

8. If the sun were to fade before his face it would dazzle
At his beauty, so radiant and fair.

9. He serves wine in cups - who knows if it is wine
That steals the minds of penitents, or his cheeks?

10. From his cup and his gatherings we have a love
That floats pearls of wine upon pleasure.

11. Do not look on lovers' madness with blame -
Rather look at what their eyes have reaped.

12. No excuse avails his lover, no reproach -
Blamer and blamed are equal in it.

13. The sorcery of Harut is but the work of his eyes,
And the swords of calamity but his glances.

14. How much sedition has that seducer sown for hearts,
And kindled burning embers within!

15. How often has his love brought bliss to his lover,
Though sometimes its springs run bitter.

16. Ask my eyes, if you would ask about the night of his coyness -
For the wakeful know well the night's secret.

17. Whenever he bent a shoulder towards a cheek,
His glance averted evil from his shoulder.

18. Who visited him cloaked by the night's darkness
Would never doubt the full moon was his visitor.

19. Do not feel safe from his irresistible glances -
For how many slain has that killer revived!

20. Though his upright spear shows moderation,
Often among lovers has it dealt tyranny.

21. How many enamored has he brought to danger
When he sways a branch, telling of his wish!

22. Never have I spent a night of intimacy with him
Without morning's breath stealing from his mouth.

23. Another morn I rose refreshed and joyful -
If time but tasted it, its rounds would cease!

24. He turns it with a mouth whose wrist
Would spill pearls were it not for his bracelets.

25. I came to it early, seeking the sweetness of life,
In accord with the saying: mornings bring life's joy.