Love has again begun to look kindly upon me

The bird of my heart has again begun to flutter; the parrot of my soul has again begun to chew the sugar. My mad and drunken camel has again begun to rend the chain of reason. A drink of that incautious wine has begun to flow over my head and my eyes. The lion of the gaze, despite the dog of the Companions of the Cave, has again begun to drink my blood.

The water is flowing in this river; by the riverbank, the grass has again begun to shoot. The dawn breeze is blowing again in the garden; it has begun to blow over rose and rose bed. Love sold me for just only a single fault; Love’s heart burned, and has again begun to buy back. He drove me away; compassion came to him and called;

Love has again begun to look kindly upon me.

My enemy has seen that I am again with the Friend; he has begun to distress his hand of envy. My heart has escaped from the sting of fortune; it has again begun to creep into Love’s bosom. The tale-bearer brow making hints has begun to curve over that eye. When Love called my again heart towards Him, my heart began to flee from all creation.
Creatures are sticks; the blind man throws away the stick when he begins to see.
Creatures are like milk; the infant turns from milk when it has begun to digest viands.
The spirit is like a falcon taking wing, for it has again begun to hear the drum of the king.
Enough, for the veil of speech has again begun to spin a curtain around you.