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Oh cupbearer, to you is the complaint / We have called you, though you did not listen. Oh la la, oh night, oh la la, oh la la, for me and a companion who yearned in his delirium and drank wine from his palm. Whenever he woke up from his intoxication, he pulled the wineskin toward him and leaned / And gave me four by four. Oh la la, oh night, oh la la, oh la la, for me, what is wrong with my eyes? I have become blind with sight. After you, I have denied the light of the moon, so if you wish, hear my news. My eyes have become blind from prolonged weeping / And some of me wept over some with me. Oh la la, oh night, oh la la, oh la la, for me. **** The rain has come to you, if the rain is a concern / Oh time of union in Andalusia, your union was nothing but a dream / In sleep, or a stealthy stealth When companionship was pleasant with the sweetness of the gathering / The morning attacked like a guard The meteors raided us Or perhaps / The eyes of the narcissus affected us. **** If you knew what love does to union, one day you were stingy, a beautiful, black-black gazelle The branch of his face will either be ashamed, O he whose love has exhausted my heart, you are like the full moon, indeed you are more beautiful **** ... She plays the strings, by God I have heard from her logic / He who tortures a lover will be rewarded with fire I see her as the cupbearer, to you I complain