1. Do not hasten, for the night is dewy and cool
Oh whiteness of morning, and beauty is black

2. My two nights in the moist clay
One wing has gone, and one wing as if it would go

3. As if I were on the branches, plucking
The fruit, as it sways

4. In the fragrant breeze, in the sweet
Breath, in the soft sigh

5. Women: we are slaves in your glorious
Blackness, people of whiteness, we suffer and are joyful

6. Around your tents, in the stroke of
Misfortune, something as if threatening

7. And on the bosom of the shirt, to the waist
Witnessing the softness, the touch, the

8. Clinging, that I am not resting on another
A thousand branches in a thousand branch tremors

9. And rising with the branches and sitting
It would have been better if I had held the waist

10. But it almost knots in the palm
Leave the waist, for it slopes with the

11. Burden, and calls out wherever it strengthens
My night, long on the cheap marble

12. And in a glance from the blackness of agate
And lower the ebony, in the season of

13. Return, to the meadow of delights, most fertile
A festival for us, and swaying joy

14. Under the veil of night, and ample provision