1. The islands of dreams are not within my reach,
Nor do the days conceal my state,

2. My soul casts me into illusion, yet I
Am steadfast against the injustice of passion’s tyranny,

3. I wished, even if wishing would not avail me,
That I wouldn’t remain thirsty while your river is my state,

4. My love, is there a meeting that brings us together?
At an unripe date, a precious one speaks to a precious one,

5. Yearning and longing for the meeting confuse me,
Come to me, even falsely, come closer!

6. Come closer to a shade and the flap of a dove,
And the melody of a bird and the serenity of mind,

7. And the garden of Paradise and a house that shelters us,
And the most beautiful days and the best nights,

8. Come closer to a soul whose ringing
Is the stories of riders in empty valleys,

9. I justify myself with the meeting, and yet I
Know that no nearness to you can be seen by me,

10. And I am patient until they are amazed, and yet they
Think my heart has flowed from passion for you,

11. And in me, from the great ecstasy, O sweet of beauty,
It is as if the sorrows of both worlds are my children.