Awaken the joy, strike yourself upon me

Turn such an eye (upon me) that it blinds the evil eye

Strike yourself upon me, this is to revive

Strike the dead, like Jesus, with the trusted charm

O you whose face is better than the moon, turn that face towards me

So that the servant may have seen a hundred eternal fortunes

In a vision, I saw that I tasted from your sugar

With the sign that you said this kiss was named

You were a soul of an angel, O Lord, what had become of you?

That from your face you were showing 'He has begotten no son'

When I drew your hand, I saw no other form

I saw a senselessness, having lost reason

Give the cup like fire, give it mercilessly

So that I become lost, I do not know myself, nor good and evil

This time, fill the cup, but fill it completely

So that the eye becomes satiated, and sets aside envy

Give wine from the above, in La ilaha illa (There is no god but God)

So that the divine spirit may see, and destroy the body

From the felt garment went the mirror of pleasant wisdom

As much as you want, now strike this felt