1. I have not forgotten nights studded with stars,
As perfume mingled with the breeze proliferated.

2. The tears of lovers became its dew,
Scattered on its flowers, accumulated.

3. So I went about inhaling the fragrance and craving
What had passed of the days of my youth, hastened.

4. And I say that my bliss and pleasures
Are like the sun in winter days, refusing.

5. This boy goes on, and desire follows him.
How good were days that will not return!

6. How often has my heart’s flutter startled me,
And I thought it was splitting my ribs at times.

7. I held it in my hands, a fearful clutch,
For fear that it would crack from the ecstasy.

8. Until when I neared the abode of my beloved,
And it reminded me of four nights therein.

9. My life became a bliss the like of which
No pain had marred, as if I'd never agonized.

10. The heart in the days of youth is fickle,
For it cannot be tamed or trained.

11. I forever made it yield to desire’s whim,
As if it were a melody, sweet its return.

12. And I had gathered the universe beneath its eyelid,
Never did I squander or outspan it.