1. I saw her as the sun rose at dawn
And I saw her immersed in fire

2. And I saw her at sunset drowning
In a sea of silk and blossoms

3. And I saw her under the darkness so I saw her
In two robes, tranquility and dignity

4. So the dreams of the boy were awakened in myself
And I drowned in a sea of memories

5. My soul has for her from an enchanting paradise
Whose vines were woven by the hand of rain

6. Wherever you walked, musk wafted
In her land you heard the sound of chatter

7. O mountain peaks reaching into the sky
I wish my home was at your highest peak

8. To see the gazelle before the guards of the sanctuary
And embrace the breeze at dawn

9. To see your shepherds in the meadows and on the hills
While winter wanders with the cows

10. To see the birds fallen on the ground
And the palms hovering over the flowers

11. To compete with the swallows in their singing
And my soul stirs to the breath of the flute

12. To chat with the moons in their orbits
Under the darkness when my friend sleeps

13. To observe the water wheel in its flow
And see the image of the moon in the water wheel

14. How wretched is the city, it is truly prison of prohibitions
And for those prohibited and hell for the free

15. One cannot own himself in it
Until the screeching of trains terrifies him

16. My soul found in it corruption and harm
In every corner and every wall

17. Its towers do not deceive the onlookers
Those towers are hiding places for shame

18. If the envious of its people met those
I have met, he would envy only good news

19. Forgive me God, I am no unbeliever
Why then do you torture my mind with fire?

20. By God, I do not desire cities or love them
For a young man far from thoughts

21. If you want to strip away all your shackles
Then look to the bare chest of the sky

22. And walk in the light of dawn, and if it wanes
Then walk in the light of the rising crescent

23. Live in the wilderness and you will live happy
Like a free bird, like a flowing stream

24. Live in the wilderness as its birds live
The free soul refuses to live behind a veil

25. Like a waterfall whose sparkle is like
The polished sword, and it has the clamor of racing rocks

26. It eternally sprinkles its rocks with its tears
As if to wash them of sins

27. So that when its groans scatter dispersed
You see around the base something like dust

28. Like the sea with current, it pushes its foam
And rages like the roaring beast with claws

29. From a peak like a bosom which youth has seen
A bosom overflowing with streaming brightness?

30. It is as though it is a pulpit and he is
A prayer niche between the ranks of revolutionaries

31. Whoever has not witnessed it in its moments of outburst
Does not know how the arrogant rage

32. I always assumed every silence wise
Until I saw that blabbermouth

33. Before seeing him I prepared a fleeting stand
For an ignoramus, but it became a stand of insolence

34. O sister of the eternal abode, O mother of villages
O goddess of forests and rivers

35. By God, I have spent a day in you
With the finest group of supporters

36. We walked on those plateaus while below us
Was a sea of trees and vegetation

37. In it the eye flows between brooks
And creeks, paths and houses

38. Now on an impregnable, firm mountain
Now on a cliff slipping down

39. The rocks plummet beneath us by the Creator
And we almost plummet with the rocks

40. Had you seen us plunging from the heights
You would have laughed at us the laughter of ridicule

41. The wind still and we reckon we are
Plunging ahead with the hurricane

42. And the earth fixed and we imagine it
Shuddering with the blow of the passing breeze

43. We continued to support each other as
Travelers cling together on journeys

44. And this one braces another by his buttons
So the other braces me by my buttons

45. Until we returned safe and sound, had not
God extended our lifespans

46. And I have stood facing your river at dawn
While the birds were in nests and dens

47. Awed, as though I were in a temple
And it was a scripture of scriptures

48. I was not one who loves silence, but
My tongue was tied by awe of eras

49. The breeze passed by it, so my pen passed
Line after line on lines from it

50. So the heart is busy with its memories
And vision hurtling with the current

51. Until above those hills rose
The sun of dawn gleaming like a gold coin

52. On its banks is a purple cloak
And on its vanishing point a cloak of springtime

53. Had your eyes seen in it their fantasy
You would have seen a mirror without frame

54. I confided my secrets to it at dawn
And I retreated into its depths with my secrets

55. I have envied the people of villages for villages
And congratulated even the flute player

56. A night and morning between brethren of purity
Was not more beautiful than my night and day