Today a new madness has arrived, it has dragged the chains of a thousand hearts;
Today it has rent the sides of the bags of white sugar candy.
Again that bedouin has purchased the Joseph of beauty for eighteen base pieces.
All night the souls in glory and felicity pastured amidst narcissus and jasmine,
Until with the dawn of course every spirit leaped forth nimble and sprightly.
Today narcissus-bed and anemone have blossomed out of stones and clods,
The tree has bloomed in the midst of winter, in January the fruits have ripened.
You might say that God has created a new world in this ancient world.
Lover-gnostic, recite this ode, for Love has chosen you out of all the lovers.
On your golden cheek there is a toothmark—has that silverybreasted one perchance bitten you?
It is right that He should cherish that heart which has throbbed much in anguish for Him.
Silence! Go sauntering through the meadow for today it is the turn for the eyes to behold.
