1. I yearn for you whenever dawn's light spreads,
And weep for you while alive, in secret and openly,

2. My loves, O my hope and ultimate desire,
You folded the ribs of my heart upon embers,

3. I converse with you and incline toward you,
And aspire to meet you till the end of time,

4. As if the melody of love is the lyre of passion,
I grieve for my loved ones with red tears,

5. I shape them into poetry overflowing with sorrows,
And string them into a necklace wandering upon my breast,

6. And place them into a heart shredded with longing,
For them, and an eye whose tears eternally flow,

7. So O covenants of them, you are still fresh to decay,
Fluttering the flutter of light within the blossoms,

8. And O their specter increase my yearning and agony,
May love increase from you whatever it wishes of the poetry of tears,

9. So O you who are gone, neither distance blocked them,
Nor did darkness of the grave veil their lights,

10. My eyelids are their dwelling, my ribs their tombs,
Trenches outlined by love upon my chest,

11. Ask the eyelid, did the cycle of fate revolve around it,
Ask the night, did the star of dawn shine upon it,

12. To God I complain of the bitterness of pining,
And what floats in thoughts from memories,

13. In my soul are gentle, kind spirits who bid farewell,
So I bid farewell to my joys and patience left me,

14. Nor did earth or space shelter me, as if I were,
A prisoner spending life in exile and captivity,

15. Far from night companions, empty of loved ones,
Their love of me made poetry sweet upon my lips,

16. Do my loved ones know that their apparitions,
Are my solace in the sweetness and bitterness of life,

17. When one forgets their companions in prosperity,
There is no good in memories in times of hardship,

18. Are our days still honeyed fruits,
Like a delightful garden fluttering in green garments,

19. I whisper to you with a heart craving passion,
And herd you with innocent love free of betrayal,

20. I quench your thirst with the tear of an eye,
When the eyelid of clouds is stingy with dripping rain,

21. Peace upon those covenants, for they,
Lengthened the autumn of life with flourishing youth,

22. And weighed down my songs and adorned my tears,
From pearl string to scattered pearl,

23. And whatever you wish of comfortable shade,
And whatever you wish of birds singing and rivers,

24. My wishes in the glory and dawn of life,
Adorned with beautiful images, tempting and alluring,

25. I see you with an eye that time has masked,
And has known only loyalty despite hostility,

26. And I yearn for your memory, and remembering is solace,
To those who lived in sorrow, loss and regret,

27. And I long for thousands I drank from their cups,
The wine of love until I became drunk with rapture,

28. Until as if time was pliant to my fingers,
Granting my aim and fulfilling my will,

29. If your specter visits me in the fever of pining,
My bliss has come and returned good news to me,

30. The world shone in my eyes and its nights
Were illuminated with lights and sparkling stars,

31. It eased the raging fires of desolation,
And lightened the raging thoughts in my mind,

32. I passed by the house which decay had claimed,
And undermined until it became a wasteland,

33. A melting heart contested me toward it,
And tears that cannot be deterred by rebuke,

34. I wander around it while the soul squeezes it with sadness,
And at times drowns it with good tidings and dread,

35. O horror of what he faces in that journey,
Scattered pages, if turned, increase sorrow,

36. For the misfortunes of betrayal and evil in them,
And is too profound for probing so probing tires,

37. The ordained book of destiny line by line,
Imprisoned gentle, kind souls within me,

38. Cloaked in intimacy, perfumed with scent,
They exude memories and passion,

39. As if in them is purer perfume than perfume,
With them I live a blissful life of contentment,

40. Satisfied by their images if they appear,
Peace upon the loved ones, their specters,

41. Fill this mind with abundant fulfillment,
Without them I would not reap the basil of love,

42. Without them I would not smell the lightning of life,
Nor hear melodies more refined than whispers,

43. And purer than wine,
The isolated and confused sees through them his companion,

44. And forgets through them the land of deceit and scheme,
No blessing upon this world, for it is no joy,

45. If you are in one place while your heart is in another,
Woe to our life and O long is our sorrow,

46. O how intense is the coercion we face in fate,
And our longing for companions in the darkness of loss,

47. And in the stillness of rest, and in the slumber of dust,
We pass fantasies dressed in sorrow,

48. And remove the clothes of life unaware,
And live weighty, terrible days,

49. Innocent of colors, empty of magic,