Last night I sent a message to you, O star

I said to it, "Deliver my service to that moon-like piece"

I prostrated and said, "This prostration is for that sun"

Who with his golden radiance turns the hard stones into gold

I opened my chest and showed him the wounds

I said to him, "Tell my news to the blood-drinking beloved"

I turned from side to side so that the child of my heart would be silent

The child sleeps when someone rocks the cradle

Give milk to the child of the heart, release us from wandering

O you who have solved the problem of hundreds like me, the helpless one, at every moment

The city of your union has been the place of the heart from the very beginning

How long will you keep this wandering heart in exile?

I became silent, but for the sake of warding off the hangover

O cupbearer of lovers, turn the languid narcissus