1. Drink from the cup as you wish and chant your songs
Perhaps you forgot what you found in your evenings

2. Passionate love is your world and dreams of your life
And chaste love is my world so wander in your prayers

3. And tell people about the dreams of erosion from your thoughts
My friend, drink from the cup and do not fear blame

4. It was forbidden to those whose lips overflow with love
My cup is the eyelid that sang you tears and arrows

5. And longing is my tear that nested in my eyelids like tents
Whenever I longed for the morning, my worries shed tears

6. The heart flutters when its wounds roar
So distract it with tears and lament it with wailing

7. And I, the wanderer, journeys take me to the plain
I recite solace yet in my heart are wounds of solace

8. Barren land and plain are my supplies and my tears comfort me
My friend you are a stranger in love, my friend

9. Where is the heart that overflowed with passion from an unblemished heart
Where is the love of clay from the love of heavens above the stars

10. Reveal your agony, restless clouds of sorrows
And my youth is the agony of my agony, sorrow and worries

11. My friend life is but passion and temptation
And madness in pure love is filthy disgrace

12. Lips and cheeks and words and eyes
And eternal silent reproach, affectionate gazes

13. May God bless its echo which the years received
Where is your world from my world and my dreams and my art

14. You wish for the lust of the body, so refrain from impurity
And I, victor and defeated in the world of wishes

15. Tomorrow you will lament your days in it while I sing
The day I reveal the secret of my deprivation, my love songs and my sorrow

16. The sea breezes taught us the purity of dreams
And the moan of waves in the bay, gentle rhythm

17. And the brown sands, lost hair on the peaks
Its mute rhythms stirred by gusts of breeze

18. It taught us the tranquility of the soul and the war of the pen
Memories of yesterday sway on the horizon of my life

19. Like extinguished stars in the dawn glow
Not stirred by the hymns of present prayers

20. And the hoped-for tomorrow is in the hands of barren fate
Woe to him upon whom the winds of memories blew violently

21. My friend, patience with blame is enough, and it's enough for me
I am a slave of the slaves of beauty, I own not my heart

22. Fate's ordainment is passionate love like my love
My soul's longing which saw only barrenness

23. I ask my Lord for nothing but what my Lord knows