Where to these travellers of love are going moaning?

No deviation the road is wide why are they loading?

Wherever they go, they get nowhere but to the Beloved's abode?

The Beloved is wherever they are unloading.

They won't take the cup except from the friend's hand,

They know only the cup-bearer of their own land.

Due to His visage is all the happiness and rejoicing,

Due to His separation is all wailing and mourning.

Due to His visage light the garden becomes meadow,

Thinking of her sypress-height the spring is enlivend.

We are deprived of seeing your features while wearing this covering,

From this rose-cheeked visage take off this covering.

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