Every moment my Beloved's face

in a new look shows itself;

Under each twist of her curls

she has a thousand tricks!

With one coquettish glance

she traps a thousand hearts;

That is why in this world

lonely are the hearts of lovers.

If my heart is gone and lost,

tell it be gone and lost forever,

For, instead of heart, I have in my hands

the musky curls of my Beloved.

Since a Beauty from the Tavern

robbed my heart from me,

I have been all, nothing but a desire

for the Tavern, Wine and the Harp.

With the wine of love I am

so far away from soberness and reason

That no care is left in me

for the wonders of name and fame.

Bring, O cup-bearer,

a goblet of that wine for me

That with the reflection of Your face

it takes a new colour every moment!

Shed Iraqi's blood in the dust

but renew our friendship,

For, now and always, friendship is

and will be better than separation.