1. I am not in a world of fantasy or delusion,
Yet it is as if I am, due to the horror of what I see,

2. O people! Is this reality or just a vision I viewed,
While fully awake, or have I been drugged with anesthetics?

3. Do not be shocked at my bewilderment and confusion,
But be shocked if I were not confused,

4. How could I not turn to see the verse of a skilled poet,
Who deliberately excelled in composing to dazzle others?

5. Life gently touched his eyelids,
So he saw the beauties and selectively chose and picked,

6. Los Angeles is nothing but a hymn,
God has made it melodious, so the people became crazy about it,

7. Time has shed its youth in its land,
So it is verdant on the slopes and in the groves,

8. It has taken the glory and majesty of great cities,
And it contains the sweetness of villages,

9. It is rest for the weary, a paradise for lovers,
And a playground for the wealthy,

10. I buried my childhood dreams in New York,
Folded them up and thought they would never bloom,

11. But when I caught a glimpse of its flowers,
I saw my dreams sprouting from the soil,

12. The slopes breathe myrrh in the radiance of dawn,
And ambergris in the thickets,

13. So magic sparkles in the smile of the dew,
Like the magic in the dance of perfumed light,

14. Tell those who described the gardens and exaggerated,
The gardens of eternity are not more wondrous in appearance,

15. So if you see one month, you have seen all months,
If you do not know the tales of passion,

16. Then listen to the murmur of the breeze when it stirs,
And watch the dunes sprout lilies,

17. And observe the streams flowing copiously,
And drink in the beauty with your eyes, for it is

18. Wine that the hand of passion alone can press,
I tried to describe its beauty, but it was as if

19. A newborn babe with his fingers searches the oceans,
And my soul sought the aid of imagination, but it failed me,

20. And the steed of my eloquence collapsed and stumbled,
I realized my shortcoming and weakness when

21. I saw what God has created and fashioned,
Indeed, I witnessed genuine, unadulterated beauty,

22. Wretched is the artificial, fabricated beauty,
I loved even the thorns in its desert,

23. And was enamored even with its arrogant palm trees,
The one wearing dry leaves in piety,

24. And the one reaching to the sky in arrogance,
He is the Adam of the trees, who donned clothes

25. When his nakedness appeared, so he covered himself,
The son of the deserts has become civilized and refined,

26. What a beautiful beginning to becoming cultured!
The orange groves appeared, resembling

27. The gown of a rosy cheeked beloved adorned with jewels,
Above it the light has spread illuminating,

28. With a clear sky above it crystallizing,
As if those villas on the hilltops are

29. A necklace for a love-struck singer scattered about,
When viewed from afar, its barrenness

30. Made the land appear like a green sea,
Dawn shed its radiance on its walls,

31. And dusk came to see the remnants of my joy,
Glittering like smiles of contentment,

32. Their vision makes you forget the hard times,
I am a poet who saw no trace of beauty,

33. Without exclaiming praise and declaring God’s greatness,
I have spread love for myself in souls,

34. Neither complaining of pain, nor disgruntled,
And I walked in this world with a barren heart,

35. Until I met my loved ones, so it turned green,
I used to think I was a lost entity,

36. But instead I am a person living repeatedly,
So I am like rainwater when it seeps

37. Into the earth, it returns it to fertile produce,
How generous are the trees in this sanctuary!

38. In them are hospitality and shelter for visitors,
They host the poor despite his needy state,

39. Generously, just as they host the wealthy affluent,
Charity is their custom, whether you come to them

40. Early or late,
It is as if they have learned generosity from you

41. In order to help people should calamities befall,