Arriving spring, youth I revive after having become old,
Sitting biside the beloved from my own life advantage I take.
Returning to the garden I Join the flowers,
In the garden, the moon-like beloved, in my arm, I take.
One day the fall and the whithered I leave behind,
So that in the soul garden, from rose-like beloved, tidings I take.
My feathers and my wings which shed in [mid] DEY,
As the spring comes, through the Beloved's union the new feather s and wings I retake.
In autum in this wasteland I sat,
The spring came that for the beloved's union a trip I take.
If the cup-bearer out of that cup out of which the lovers are given wine,
Sprinkles some, languishing, from her face the veil up I take.