1. You renewed my fleeting dreams and nights
Do you have any news about my youth?

2. O Kaaba for my dreams, and monastery
Where I recited the verses of beauty

3. For love, the first poems I chanted
And for beauty, my first messages

4. Upon you, the valley of my dreams I stood seeing
The specter of events passing after tragedy

5. I take refuge on the hillside alone
Crying for an evening that has passed and nights

6. The nights after changed our paths
And left us some remnants

7. The heart glanced around in cold nights
Crying for your radiant nights

8. And memories of the past that it sees
Among the fields and creeks of lakes

9. Oh how long my laments sounded to the rock
And how often my sighs returned to the wave

10. Oh heart, the prime of the valley has changed its arenas
And emptied of its beautiful maidens

11. Neither do the streams sing to it in succession
Nor the gazelles neigh with tender croaking

12. They resounded from the valley’s east to west
With no gallant visions among them

13. In your life there is no solace to take refuge in
Except for love, that insistent conqueror

14. Its unpredictable storms that dwelt
For the nights are filled with surprises

15. Oh the lake! Who still visits its shore?
And who hurries to the valley for my confiding?

16. Who brings back the ghosts of its night?
And the moments of bliss we gained there?

17. And a retreat in its banks, as youth toyed
With its dotted edges

18. A tall tree embraced us, alone in the shore
Embracing the two strangers in the lofty gardens

19. And the hearts had conversations answered by
The cooing of birds in the shade of saplings

20. Oh night that made us heedless of its stars
In a boat between banks and swells

21. Sailing with us gently as the breeze pushed it
Like a star swimming in the halo of heights

22. And on the shores the oar sings a song
Poured by the wave in the magic of ripples

23. Never was the world more blissful, nor us
In its sober night, or its radiant dawn

24. The visions of its past have gone, leaving
Only the stars of its woeful nights

25. From my soul’s fervor and its kindling
Oh for the passions of my ardor and flare!

26. Oh cry of the heart, did you hear an echo?
Who will return echoes in the hollow of a tomb?

27. Roam the expanses of my days, for they whistled
With no water spring, shade or oasis

28. My heart and mouth were quenched by them, seeking
My eyes lost all trace of my goals on them

29. Even the storms fell silent to my calls
My shouts cannot turn back the days

30. Oh you who killed my youth in its vigor
And went on ridiculing my tears and laments!

31. You deprived the days of my early life their joys
I never enjoyed my prime and pleasures

32. So leave my sorrowing heart to grieve
Over nights of the past, and enjoy what is to come

33. Let me on the rock of the past, perhaps through it
I will find some deliverance and youth!