¡O noche que guiaste!,

¡o noche, amable más que el aluorada!,

¡o noche que juntaste

Amado con amada,

amada en el Amado transformada!

En mi pecho florido,

que entero para él solo se guardaua,

allí quedó dormido,

y yo le regalaua,

y el ventalle de cedros ayre daua.

El ayre de la almena,

quando yo sus cabellos esparcía,

con su mano serena

en mi cuello hería,

y todos mis sentidos suspendía.

Quedéme y olvidéme,

el rostro recliné sobre el Amado;

cesó todo y dejéme,

dejando mi cuidado

entre las açucenas olvidado.

Oh, night that guided, night more delightful than the dawn; oh night that joined Lover with beloved, the beloved transformed into the Lover! In my flowering breast, that kept itself intact for him alone, there he stayed asleep as I regaled him, and the cedars were a fan that made a breeze. The breeze came from the battlements when I stroked his hair, and he wounded my neck with his calming hand, causing all my senses to be suspended. I stayed still and forgot myself, I laid my face upon my Lover, everything stopped and I abandoned myself, leaving my cares forgotten among the lilies.