1. You enchanted me with alluring hopes,
O one who saddens me with your flirtatious gaze,

2. I seek refuge from remembering you with patience,
Yet where can I find the comfort of patience?

3. O star of the earth, O sky of passion,
In which the stars of magic twinkle,

4. My dark thoughts are planted,
In the mind like mustard seeds in soil.

5. From them the sun of daybreak is eclipsed,
So life becomes a night of heavy cover.

6. Why do I see my palms filled,
With all I hate of my fate?

7. Yet they are empty of what might,
Sweeten the taste of bitter pain.

8. O channeler of the river to the sea,
And dropper of dew upon the flowers,

9. Uniting earth and life,
When the land succumbs to the rain,

10. And stringer in the thread of this darkness,
The beads of these luminous stars,

11. And granter to the wave the bosom of her sister,
And the supple branches to the birds.

12. Extinguish with the water of nearness the embers of passion,
And join beauty with poetry.

13. Do not drown the hours in a kiss,
From his cheek of radiant charm,

14. What do you think prevents me from being near him,
If there is anyone in the world who knows?

15. Between us is a sea that resists steps,
Or flames that hurl embers?

16. Is the earth blocked, leaving no path?
Or did the shadow of death impede our walk?

17. Life passes and still I haven't,
Gazed into his eyes without alarm,

18. Nor sounded in my hearing his voice,
Flowing like the roar of water in a stream,

19. Nor have I even walked in his shadow,
So of no use to me today is life.

20. Even fate shows him to me vaguely,
Like a flower tucked in its greens,

21. Or the eyebrow of the sun when it emerges,
Between thick low hanging clouds,

22. As if dreams are his veils,
Deflecting the gaze of thought from him.

23. I call him in dreams the sweet of paradise,
Mockingly and jokingly.

24. I call his name, as if there is no doubt,
That he is a captivating dream.

25. If you really are a charming dream,
Do you think I dream of abandonment,

26. And the sorrows and burns that,
No flowing tears have extinguished?

27. The robe of grief left its traces,
On my shoulders, a smooth slope and chest.

28. The heaviness of passion drew me near,
It is a bag filled with evil.

29. The depth of sorrows is that I see,
Myself in the gloom of a grave.

30. Oh if only a sigh had a soul, so when,
I let it rise, it would reveal my secret.

31. I have no life with which to find solace,
At times, nor do memories satisfy me.

32. He is the wish, if only I had a way,
Alas for the one seeking the rough terrain.

33. O object of my eyes and heart, do not
Inhale the night's dampness in the dawn.

34. The mention of you is as sacred to me in the darkness,
As my prayer niche, so where is it?

35. And where is the incense of passion,
Your dewy, scattered breaths?

36. Oh Lord, I am overwhelmed by my matter,
Yet I do not see him overwhelmed by mine.

37. You have only destined me his love,
And that is an unjust destiny.

38. So my heart is crowded with its loved ones,
Like the crowding of hair on a head.

39. If only my love had an echo,
That would spend the night remembering me.

40. O misfortune of a lover who has come to evening,
While the loved one feels nothing and does not know.

41. Does the pouring out of my passion in poetry,
Or prose, benefit me when I complain?

42. It is as if when I complain of love,
I am talking to myself aloud.

43. They are only lines the confused poet,
Rarely crosses meaninglessly.

44. In them I buried all that passed me,
But does what is buried become exposed?

45. How dim the hopes have become that light my way,
And how little I betray them at the moment of victory,

46. From the crawler of days in their army,
So with wounds they retreated maimed.

47. And whoever found no solution but the wish,
Fortune handed him over to stumbling.