1. What is it to me, what is it to the graceful gazelle,
My hands are empty of love, and of it.

2. It kept its distance, so I have no hopes of closeness,
The palm cannot reach the Pleiades.

3. I cut, with despair, the ropes of wishes,
And said to yearning: “Do not wander!”

4. So I became - no singer delights me,
Nor do I incline towards any singer.

5. I roam in the meadow at dawn,
Perplexed, like one lost in the wilderness.

6. Before me is water, and I am not sated,
And around me is light, and I am not guided.

7. Oh, would that I knew where is the era of youth,
And where are the dreams of the eternal youth!

8. It passed like a mirage that appears and disappears,
Glimpsed in the mind, but not found.

9. So calm down, you riled hearts!
And sleep, you envious eyes!

10. And you who fear my power,
I have trimmed my claws, so be at ease!

11. O you who ask about yesterday, how it passed,
Leave it be, and ask me, my brother, about tomorrow!

12. I comfort my soul, and gently tell it,
To consider the past as if never born.