1. My anxiety did not sleep, nor did I sleep
Prey to the grip of passion and sickness

2. Along the path of lovers, infatuated
I gained from it nothing but accusations

3. They went early in the morning
Content with life, pleased with their fate

4. When dawn emerged, scintillating
Like embers glowing under ash

5. And the garden branches dancing
Stirred by the fancy of its shade

6. Give me, for relief, drink pure
That will spread morning through the gloom

7. When water mixes into it
It pleases, smooth and refined

8. Dispels the bitterness of its face
Then calms it into generosity

9. And gains from its shape a beloved
Scattered, yet composed

10. Its journey is a palm that moves
From jug spout to my mouth

11. Cloaked in the foam of pearl
With no secret left concealed

12. Fine wine that has adorned its gear
Not written but poured from the fountain

13. Do not blame my mind, but blame my vision
My mind is not to be blamed

14. For me and my abandoning revelry, so
My critic, be brief and do not blame