THE BELOVED’S BAR

Now that to me the tavern’s door is closed, It had better my own sorrow to the wine-seller will be told.

THE LOVE MYSTERY

Of the interests of the deceptive we are unaware, Of the sages we are unaware.

PAIN SUFFERER

We are love-born and pain increasing, With the claimant hermit of the mosque, we are fighting.

THE EVERLASTING CUP

We are the lover’s creation and the cup’s adopted son, We are perfect in sacrificing and being drunkard for the beloved.

THE SEPARATION OF THE BELOVED

THE WISHES

THE FRIEND’S RECALLING

PETTY COQUETRY