1. Does this endless night of lovers have a dawn?
Or is this how long the night of the enamored endures?

2. How much anguish that does not dissipate, and yearnings
That increase the restlessness in my enamored heart,

3. A frail body, and a fluttering heart,
And tears flowing down my cheeks,

4. Each moment is drowning and burning
From my crying eyes and my longing heart.

5. Indeed, passion still haunts the depths
Too deep for any pursuer or aspirer,

6. What is the plight of one who torments me and one I yearn for
If imagination did not deceive with delusion?

7. May God grant me a taste from one gentle
I purified my love for him with a willing heart

8. Indeed, the affection of hearts is sustenance.