1. The rain of spring came to me in the air pouring down,
Like the pure drink of life when it flows and intertwines.

2. The crescent moon descended from its high horizon,
So say to the lover who attained what cannot be grasped:

3. And it was as if, whenever I asked about it,
I had no answer but to smile,

4. Out of abundant joy it made me sleep away from it.
How strange for a believer to doubt!