1. Where did you disappear, in which lofty horizon?
Where did you vanish from me and my infatuation?

2. In vain I call for her - did I lose her
In the night or in the bustle of days?

3. Or did she get lost in the expanse of the sky? No - for how much
I diffused the breezes of my ardent passion

4. And stood asking it, and my heart in my hands
Yearning for the reddening dusk

5. And the gentle breeze answered me with silence... and whenever
I was convinced, my fervor increased

6. And when I remembered meeting her and her fragrance
I almost saw the image of the cup in the memory

7. And I thirsted until I almost swallowed my torment
And lamented - where is my beloved?

8. And I drowned in fantasies, reciting consolation
And weaved a paradise from illusions

9. And I awoke from my delusion wandering... behind her
In vain, dreaming she is in front of me

10. And I think she is behind me so I take a step
Back... and suspicions spread her in front of me

11. And when I almost touch her shadow
It distances from me... and her shadow approaches my dreams

12. And I go back to listening to the stillness and the countryside
And the story of the trees and the gentle breezes

13. And I feel her in everything sounding
And I feel her in every living, sleeping thing

14. In the tenderness of flowers, in the whisper of the zephyr
In the murmurs of the meandering stream

15. I searched for her at night, while it was infatuated
With the cup in its lips, immersed in darkness

16. And the clouds drift like processions and the gloom
Over the countryside like the gallows of execution

17. And I asked silence about her, while it is a poem
Scattered, leaning towards rhythm

18. And I stood still while yearnings sharpen the hearing
Among suspicions like the hearing of the gossip

19. And the star is a goblet of wine... filled with
Wine that longs for the mouth of “Khayyam”

20. And I whispered, where are the cups of my inspiration, and on
My lips cups of inspiration

21. And the wind beats the plains as if it is
My bewildered self seeking the calmness of dens

22. And as if her procession... is a lost herd
Among wolves crying: where is the protector?

23. And the pieces of darkness chased each other as if they are
In the sky a caravan of crime

24. And the pole turns to the pole as the
Blind turns to the seeing

25. And I wander behind her, overtaken
By passion, led by the reins of suspicions

26. And I asked what was around me and searched visions
And immersed my infatuation in the pocket of darkness

27. I looked for her, did not find her in the worldly life
And returned, the fever devouring my bones

28. And I provoked my torments and love so they tangled
And I found her in love and in pain

29. And she appeared to me in the meeting as
The beautiful woman appears to the painter

30. And she coquettishly displayed herself to me fresh as
The radiant smile of the morning

31. Beautiful beyond beauty and its description
Glorious, loftier than glorification

32. Soaring like the wings of light as if she is
In the horizon, spirits without bodies

33. No - do not say to me: name her, for her beauty
Is beyond metaphor, beyond all names

34. I live for her and through her, she is
My love, the secret of my beginning and my end

35. And I love her as a pure soul like idolatry
And I love her as a body free of sins

36. And I love her as light and the confusion of an atheist
And I love her sober and as a cup of wine

37. And I want her as my anger and my humanity
And the quirkiness of a child and the balance of my determination

38. Let me sing her name as long as
In my cup are strumming rhythms

39. I searched for her and she is closer than my wishes
My heart: and more ardent than my passion

40. And I found her - O my longing - where did I find her?