1. Have you forgotten, Hind, the days of youth?
By God, how sweet were the days of youth!

2. When we were like birds in their singing,
Children strutting between the meadows.

3. We would play in the vineyard without fault,
The children's happiness was but to play.

4. Beware getting angry over a slip,
And you, fair one, beware my anger.

5. Hind, forgive me, pardon my misstep
If I stirred up dormant embers.

6. If memory stirs up sorrow,
Do not recall the past or be downcast.

7. Have the vines lost their singing birds
Trilling on their tender branches?

8. Has the garden lost its smiling flowers,
Their lips parted, fragrant and fresh?

9. Have the willows by the stream been touched
By the voice of decay or still stand erect?

10. How often have they sung their tunes
While you slept in their shade?

11. Do not spurn or get angry with me,
Nor be unjust in passion.

12. If memory stirs up sorrow
Do not recall the past or be downcast.

13. I passed by the woods traveling
As night had let down its veil of darkness,

14. And I said, as memory stirred up love
That smoldered in my heart this year and more,

15. Farewell with a gesture of peace.
Why do I see your tear and hear your sigh

16. Blending, Hind, into perfect harmony?
If memory stirs up sorrow

17. Do not recall the past or be downcast.
Where did you get this earring and

18. That exquisite, unique necklace?
Who is it that you kissed and left

19. The impress of your rosy cheek that puts roses to shame?
Welcome, Hind, enchantress,

20. The dawn of a new romance laughing.
I suffer in love, so smile on me

21. The smile of tenderness for a happy lover.
And that old love now dead, forget it,

22. And those promises, too.
If memory stirs up sorrow

23. Do not recall the past or be downcast.
Hind, though death strode quickly

24. To my youth, heralding our separation,
Vanquishing my body, would that

25. He vanquished my agony and longing!
When you extend your soft, pampered

26. Hand for an embrace,
And mouths meet in a kiss that intoxicates

27. Like exquisite wine.
If memory stirs up sorrow

28. Do not recall the past or be downcast.
And when you walk past our trysting place

29. As the sun inclines toward setting
Among roses that smile with dewdrops

30. On their lips, tender greens in their prime,
Do not enter the woods, do not enter,

31. For in the woods is a stranger's grave,
The grave of a lover you've forgotten -

32. Can a lover thus forget her lover?
Avoid the woods, do not violate

33. The hallowed silence of that revered place,
For memory only stirs up sorrow.

34. Do not recall the past or be downcast.