I remember the day when in your love I entangled became,

I devoted myself and towards the beloved I became.

The desire of the curve of your tress bent my back,

Again at the market I fragrant became.

The rare day the night of which I spent with you,

Wishing that it may be happened again, the companion of the wineseller I became.

To whom do I explain that from the separation of the Beloved howmuch the heart had to suffer,

I lost my fortitude so miserable I became.

The friend is in the tavern, one is supposed to listen to the friend’s talks

What knows the parrot of the garden that I am beside the beloved.

The joy I observed in your eyes' effect,

I was freed from the universe and dwelling and enamored I became.

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