1. Come, let us look at the kisses of spring
On the coat of the plains and hills

2. Its breaths have floated in the skies
And scented the meadows and waterways

3. March plays above the prairies
As a carefree girl plays

4. It hugs her with intense yearning
So she captivates it with a beguiling glance

5. And casts on her the cloak of eternity
With its gentle, lingering colors

6. And instills in her the ray of love
So she trembles at its radiant face

7. The earth glittered in its finery
And no corner remained empty

8. It adorned the garden with its beauty
With its finest blossoming branches

9. Scented arbors of heavenly fabric
Perfumed with an ingenious breeze

10. The warbling of birds in mid-flight
Humming a passing melody

11. As if the breeze is drunk with wine
From a convivial goblet

12. Herbs imbibing sweetness
Their robes and hems a-flutter

13. As if a wedding is held on earth
And the girls hurry to it expectantly

14. Its joys have risen to God
Swaying, filled with devotion

15. Its laughing processions have set out
Renewing their brilliant feasts

16. Its gentle winds have filled space
And left no region devoid of its perfume

17. In the air, the birds' songs melted away
In the murmur of the gentle breeze

18. In the meadow, the lowing of the herd arose
Yearning for the youth of the shepherdess

19. Their tunes dissolve in love
And fade in its consuming fire

20. Love unveiled its secret to them
Revealed in the telling melody

21. What a wedding with a beautiful setting
New visions and gentle wishes

22. Come, open a window for spring
That we may drink its joy again

23. For the soul wearied of darkness' burden
And yearned for the smiling dawn

24. Did your indifference toward me
But delve into my pining heart?

25. And in the crevices of eyelids forget
The images from an anguished soul?

26. From its crystals flashes in the eyes
The overpowering tales of its sorrows

27. Come, let me read the mysteries of fortune
And what a miserable life conceals

28. And let me weep for a withering dream
Scattered in overwhelming drunkenness

29. Youth will pass as if it never was
Except a lingering sweet memory

30. Renewing its bygone dreams
And restoring its past delight

31. As if it has a magic playground
Forgotten by its vacant days

32. Foaming with blessings
And shining with gentle wishes

33. Life seemed to have on both sides
Beckoning with its tempting dreams

34. March throws on it
Its tender, dewy flowers

35. Come, let us affirm our vows of love
And recount its distant tales

36. And relive its precious nights
And without love, they would not be precious

37. Tales filling the expanse and valleys
Were scattered from an aching liver

38. They spread their scent in this air
As the budding flower spreads its scent

39. And it drew from it the meanings of life
And realized its essence

40. Quietly, let us listen to its tale
For it has articulate tongues

41. And many wondrous journeys
Transmitted by yearning souls

42. Come to my breast, unburden yourself
Of the complaints of my burning ribs

43. And the pains of my fervent heart
And the melodies of its weakness

44. For neither does crying alleviate its sorrow
And give it rest from its renewed laments

45. Nor does love grant it some pleasure
To rejoice at the satisfying gift

46. And send its sweet tunes
To enliven the bleeding entrails

47. And when we shared the tears of the eyes
I was left with the harsh tear

48. It would not settle in the creases of eyelids
To hide, nor was it seemly

49. You glanced at the sky contritely
And bowed down apprehensively

50. Are you seeking the departed
And those drowned in the abyss?

51. For your perch is on the edge of this life
And you fear the farther shore

52. You carved and called "deliverance, deliverance"
But where is escape from the precipice?

53. There, no radiant light
Nor clamorous birds

54. The blossoms of existence are devoid
Of its lovely, shining dreams

55. Only a wave of heaven's daughters
Hovers naked over its regions

56. Eternity glows on its sides
And what it holds of lofty images

57. As if upon it lies the Frame of Bliss
And its healing perfect delight

58. My love, do not swim in tears
Nor dread the saving comfort

59. For you will not be safe from ruin
When the days of pining come protecting you

60. And tears will not fall upon you
Except as a biting, blazing pain

61. And I spent an innocent evening
Graced with distant memories

62. Sitting at the banks of the stream
Letting its waters flow by

63. Reciting my faraway poems
And anticipating coming thoughts

64. While birds twitter their melodies
From which I take the rhyme

65. I wished from the unknown a boundless love
If only I were a chanter of their lyrics

66. And the evening inspires in my mind
Obscure, hidden anxieties

67. Adorned with the ghosts of virtue
As if in them lies a visible paradise

68. So I listen to its pleasing whisper
And hear its hidden tunes

69. I revel in its abundant sweetness
And hurry to its clear intoxication

70. And forget the troubles of this existence
And its miserable, barren life

71. And the unconsciousness like the cave of eagles
In which the imaginative souls are lost

72. Clouded by the swirls of clouds
And the shades of their sheltering wings

73. I ascended their highest peaks alone
With my soul hastening ahead as a guide

74. And left my body in the ravines
Where ephemeral images roam

75. And from the crevices of mist I gaze
Upon a world of crumbling ruins

76. I have shed the nature of the perishable
And taken on the eternal nature

77. As if I had never existed
Except as a lofty, gentle breath

78. And I forgot that I am a son of this dust
Debased by bitter tribulation

79. Weeping for a shining hope
Scattered in the blink of an eye

80. And drowned in an obscure world
With mocking, wanton wishes

81. Come, open a window for light
That we may forget the gloomy crevice

82. For we have no hope in spring
Or its gentle, passing softness

83. Life is but the spring of youth
The spring of love and fulfilled visions

84. Where lingering sorrows wander
And it is steeped in love and delight

85. When it falls, the diversions of existence fall
And its transient beauty vanishes

86. And it becomes a desolate world
Like an empty, vacant desert

87. I lament for a life whose years have passed
Like the flickering of a colorful flame

88. Woe to such a wasted life
Like scattered, withering flowers

89. The star has fallen from the balconies of life
Leaving behind a precipice

90. You forgot that I am full of wounds
Living by your suffering hand

91. You turned away and left me
Yearning for the decisive hour

92. I die while my lyre still
Laments my fervent soul