You know not how deep was the love your eyes did kindle
Within my soul, or how great was my suffering!
Bless my beloved! He wished to visit me, but could not
Come near me because of his tear-drowned eyes;
He feared the watchers, so he came to me quickly,
Taking all adornments off his neck, except his beauty:
I offered cups of wine to him: the wine was put to shame
By those honey-like lips, those pearly teeth!
His eyelids were at last vanquished by slumber,
Wine made him obedient to all my wishes;
I wanted to make my cheek his pillow, but he found
It too small and said: Your arm is the best pillow for me!
Thus he slept safely, not frightened by treachery:
I spent the night in thirst, not touching the pure spring:
The moon appeared: it was nearly its last,
The firmament was dark, because of envy:
The night was perplexed: Where will the moon rise?
Did it not know that she was sleeping on my arm?