I remember the day when in your love I entangled became,
I devoted myself and towards the beloved I became.
The desire of the curve of your tress bent my back,
Again at the market I fragrant became.
The rare day the night of which I spent with you,
Wishing that it may be happened again, the companion of the wineseller I became.
To whom do I explain that from the separation of the Beloved howmuch the heart had to suffer,
I lost my fortitude so miserable I became.
The friend is in the tavern, one is supposed to listen to the friend’s talks
What knows the parrot of the garden that I am beside the beloved.
The joy I observed in your eyes' effect,
I was freed from the universe and dwelling and enamored I became.