Moth-like in front of the tavern's door I was flapping,
The door was closed, by my frenzied heart I was knocking.
That idol beloved caused me to be aware tilll the morning,
Like praying bird of love till the dawn I was crying.
Though I am not able to see the Beloved,
In desire of seeing her all places I was calling.
Her face is seen wherever you look,
Her portrait upon all doors and walls I was hanging.
Being intoxicated, due to the separarion of that charming Beloved,
Sometimes upon the chest, sometimes upon the face and sometimes upon my head I was beating.
Oh! My dear soul, my idol, was unveiled,
To the sun and to the moon I started taunting.
My beloved with a half coquetry so burnt my soul,
I cast fire to the land of East and West.