|Methought my racing field lay under the skies,|
This plaything of water and clay, I regarded as my world;
|Thy unveiling broke the spell of searching glances,|
I mistook this blue vault for Heaven.
|The Sun, the Moon, the Stars, methought, would keep me company,|
Fatigued, they dropped out in the twists and turns of space:
|One leap by Love ended all the pother,|
I fondly imagined, the earth and sky were boundless.
|My silent secrecies of love were but effusions in disguise;|
What I had believed to be restraint, betrayed my passion even more.
|What I esteemed as the clarion call of the caravan,|
Was but the plaintive cry of a traveller, weary and forlorn.
Translated by: S.A. Rahman