1. I gazed from the window of memories
Upon the gardens of the dreamy past

2. And I had a time when it presented to me
The most beautiful dream that life created

3. I run in its glades distracted
With butterflies touching the plants

4. And I stay up all night with a brook
Trembling for the faint breezes

5. Oh my craving, behind the hill
There is a voice that called me, it is the voice of the shepherds

6. And how can I come to you, gardens of love
One day, while impassable veils are before me

7. My youth called me to its banks
A stream of memories of wishes

8. I stared for a while at its waves
Examining its obscure depths

9. I see the shadows of clouds kissing it
Passing by its forehead gently

10. And would the clouds deny it? It was
A roar of my ecstatic poet

11. Its branches filled with melodies
Of drunkenness on the tapping of goblets

12. We slept on the grass of its banks
Stealing intoxicating kisses

13. Towards the sweet brook I stretched my hand
Touching in it the floating clouds

14. Bubbles burst out of them
Chasing others that preceded them

15. I heard the nymphs in a spellbound whisper
Its echos reproachfully silent

16. Those are the nymphs' necklaces scattered
Did the fleeting pleasures come to you?

17. And the cry of children from its depth
O you harsh one, it burst into tears

18. And the tree of reminiscence I climbed
Pulling its flowering branches

19. Examining what crevices there are between them
Through which the wandering breezes pass

20. I saw from it memories of my youth
Lying on the meadow grass

21. And the sea rushing below them growling
So the wave is sighs that broke the vessels

22. Oh meadow, do you remember me as a shepherd
Worshipping God and the shepherdesses in you?

23. And the sea was but a brook
Illuminating the shepherds’ way at night

24. But what brought it today that it became
Brackish, bitter, after being a fresh Euphrates?

25. Eras I resent for their length
Though they are a blink of the eye of life

26. The tree said: do not fret
The meadow will descend, so why complain?

27. The incidental pleasures in it
And it offered between the tears of dew

28. Two of its branches bursting into leaves
Autumn sang the forest its melodies

29. So its leaves scattered dancing
And before I could attain what I seek

30. My two wings were gone with the squandered