1. The summer's time and winter's hour
The fevered girl grows clear and the lad

2. And this lover to us has come
Why, O heart, and until when

3. Will what has happened suffice you
All have stopped except I

4. So walk is the aim and it's the attainment
And O morning dew, you've filled the vessels

5. And you, O gazelle, bless the meadows
And the eyelids have wronged the goodness of the meadows

6. To the critic in love a blind side
And the lover's soul by it is flung

7. How much toil, goading the steeds! How much!
So lighten the pace and do not grow weary

8. This journey must be praised