1. The joy of living in the cheeks and chin of a beloved
My friend, return to the days of old

2. I'm not Iblis, my friend, nor one of his demons
So don't deny my intention

3. But beauty is my path and way
Smell the roses therein, and kiss the roses

4. And long ago that was your way too
So when did it change after me?

5. I found solitude a barren desert
And passion, gardens of eternity

6. Gently, set aside what satisfies the soul
Of bliss - it is a wall against anguish

7. Don't blame me for moving my heart
Forgetting the days, not commemorating our days

8. For better than pretending affection
Is distance with coldness and blocking

9. We implied affection so we connected and promised
Like two opposites drawing near for harmony

10. Nothing kept us apart, not aloofness or distance
Save a fleeting moment without harmony

11. The heart is weak toward its passions, and what heart
Has fortitude toward every beauty?

12. God's way does not permit standing still
Or pausing, my brother, at any limit

13. The full moon completes in a night, and you see it
Afterwards, waning from its blessed rising

14. No shame on me falling for love
And hello to my new love!

15. I have stumbled, so forgive or blame -
Nothing about passion confers glory

16. And I treated my boredom with love
With joyous passion that vitalizes life

17. My intoxicant - if I drink it in a glance
Is a pleasure from the wine of his cheeks when he frowns

18. If the old was unlucky, then this is
My destiny allotted, my affair and my aid

19. And my speaking to myself that soon it will make me forget
My misery with what it brings and loans me

20. Don't pour scorn on my words, my friend
And forgive a lie not made intentionally

21. I am from Egypt in desolation and even if it
Were orchards I'd endure life alone

22. Wearing the garb of loneliness, not seeing morals
Wearing out from their principles, darkened

23. Ever silent, singular in opinion and thought
Not relieving anxieties at all

24. Coming and going as the lost wander the desert
Straying from the path of righteousness

25. As long as each day will come to me
With a matter unknown, vexatious dealings,

26. And stupidly I see my fleeing what
Is destined - it has no rejection

27. That is my state in truth, not what
I console myself with in my lying efforts

28. Futile, all of it life and lies
And impossible, worthless, irremediable