Tonight, the melancholy of friendships is intense,

With whom, there was much affection, there are now many complaints.

So many thoughts come to mind, weak, fatigued,

The strain of the pain of my loved one, the grief of time.

The desire to touch the moon, the desire for her company,
Numerous desires, regrets and yearnings for meetings.

My life, spent on these useless thoughts.

The spell of dormant caring looms,

In the mind, the pleasures of her remembrance play.

Again today in my thoughts I have kissed your lips,

In the zeal of passion the eyelids become heavy.

Alas, where has ended the sequence of my thoughts.

Alas, from where will I bring the cheerful time,

From where shall I bring a pitcher of comfort and happiness,
From where shall I bring the libertine boozer Hafez and Khyyam,
That beautiful morning, that beautiful evening, from where shall I bring.

My wayward thoughts, allow me to sleep.