1. Between you and I a thousand doubts whisper
Why then do I wax on in song and chattering?

2. My voice is lost, you don't feel its echo
Yet I know you, when I sing you're enraptured

3. And I see you among the crowds, yet I see not
That cheerfulness in your features blooming

4. And your eyes pass me by and dart away
As a frightened stranger leaps and bounds

5. Between you and I a thousand lies deceive
And you keep listening...and don't disbelieve

6. They fooled you, and trickery made you glad
Never before were you fond of perfumed falsehood

7. Glory to Him who made hearts treasure chests
For feelings that still go to and fro

8. Say to the slanderers I came to raise my
White banner, go ahead, pierce my skin and strike

9. These are not battles I excel at fighting
Who fights when the enemy is cunning as a fox?

10. And who struggles when the arms are treacherous
And the foe is a scorpion?

11. Manliness refuses to sully its sword
The valiant may win for an hour, may lose

12. At dawn, my steeds nestle in the barrenness
And the hot sun when it sees dreariness flees

13. The barrenness is more generous, its gift never
dries...

14. For a while...and it listens to slanderers and runs out
The barrenness is truer than a fickle friend

15. Changing...fickle...wavering
I will pour into the hearing of the winds my poems

16. I hope for no profit...I do not seek gain
And I mold my features into the lip of the mirage

17. For the mirage drinks with dignity
Shall I bid farewell silently?

18. Or will you listen to reproach so I complain?
Alas! Reproach will not revive affection

19. That assassinates...or removes estrangement
My master! In the heart a wound heavy

20. With love...caressed by yearning spills over
My master! But injustice is not lovable

21. Yet if it pleased you then it is lovable
In you mediocre poems will be recited

22. So the hungry sycophants are preparing
The claim of affection wanders on their lips

23. But in their hearts roams a lion
Not equal is a pen that is bought and sold

24. And a conscience that writes in blood
I am the poet of the world...my poetry

25. Underlies it...rising and setting through it
I am the poet of the cosmos, every word