Yesterday my friend caressed this grief-stricken servant

Gave from himself a taste to the soul that has tasted oppression

Increased the intellect, made a ring for the ear

Made the drink boil, increased the light for the eye

Said, "O my lean one, my weary and fearful one"

"I will not sell, out of generosity, this servant I have bought myself"

See what he bestows, see what he unties

(He) reminds (one) of Joseph (and) the lover who has cut off his hands (in devotion)

He held me as his own soul, (then) bad thoughts went from me

He placed upon my shoulder a newly arrived robe of honor

Do not see (me as) helpless and without anyone, do not see (my) tears as talismans

See drawn on my body the gold-embroidered atlas (robe)

Whoever is in this quest is very strange and most wondrous

There are a hundred joys in the joy of the soul that has escaped from itself

Is the taste of his madness sweeter, or his enchantment?

When, secretly, he bites his lip (for) the weary, grief-stricken one

He promises his friend, gives a flower from his side

Fills from his own intoxication the eye that has dripped blood

Applies kohl to the eye, strikes the hand of generosity upon him

The breast of this bent heaven burns with envy

Gives the cup of the 'Alast' (primordial covenant) wine to his own, towards himself

Beats the drum with his own hand again for the frightened heart

For God's sake, be silent, do not cultivate the habit of silence

Since the 'asida' (a type of food) arrives, shorten the ode

Mafta'elon mafa'elon mafta'elon mafa'elon (a rhythmic meter)

Do not open and do not diminish the newly arrived rose garden