You have tied my sleep, open your veil, O moon

So that the sun may perform prostrations of thanks before you

I took your skirt and you turned my hand away

Lo, I pulled my hand back, do not turn your face away from faithfulness

You said do not hasten, for that is the deed of a demon

He is the demon who does not hasten towards you

O Lord, may I see at the threshold of need

So many thousand 'O Lord's longing for that answer

More than the earth are fiery hearts and souls

Holding pitchers like the thirsty, crying 'water, water'

Have mercy on the earth, for of these four elements, it

Has come more helpless in its journey and revolution

When it becomes light, that wind is its foot

It leaps lamely two or three steps after the clouds

So that the lightning may laugh at the end of that limp

And that thunder with its pleasant address may come in intercession

It will say to the cupbearers of the cloud, arise

For agitation has boiled from the thirsty of the earth

Suppose I do not say, does it not finally reach

In the nostrils of mercy the scent of the roasted heart?

Then the cupbearers of the cloud will immediately set out

With jars and bottles and with a musk full of wine

Be silent and in the ruin seek the treasure of love

For this treasure sprouts from ruin in spring