We don’t know we are all in love with him,
Wandering and intoxicated by that beautiful face we are all.
We are unaware of both worlds, not knowing that we,
Looking for her glace, are all wandering.
The dwellers of the tavern of love we are continiously,
From the very beginning intoxicated by that rare goblet we are all.
Whatever we smell, is from the garden of the previous day,
It is the beloved’s fragnance that we have smelt and are all smelling.
Except the beloved’s visage there is no visage and beauty,
It is her separation that is discussed by us all.
We don’t know that puzzled and wandering all,
We are looking for what is in front of us.