Just as this heart is intoxicated by that beloved

That beloved is intoxicated by the purity of our fear

I will not break his intoxication except with my blood

From this joy, the grieving heart is intoxicated

I am like the twilight, in blood every morning

For every morning, that blood-drinker is intoxicated

Do not give advice and do not put my blood on your neck

For the vengeful eye of the beloved is intoxicated

Why is this earth like a basin of blood?

For the eye of the cupbearer of secrets is intoxicated