1. O heart, this is a new passion
That exceeds description as you wish

2. If you asked about its fire
It is light, and its slain a martyr

3. Flames erupted in me angrily
While people were heedlessly asleep

4. So let beauty do as it wishes
I am ready and waiting for it

5. What is the limit of a lover from their love?
For love, they are exiled

6. If it calls, existence is a listening
Pleased by that singing

7. My poetry is eternity and immortality
So let existence hear the melody

8. O beauty, what do you want?
Is there anything new in the desires of passion?

9. My nights, my nights have revolved around me
And the estrangement of sorrow may return

10. The one who captivated me in my youth
I am infatuated with her, well-established

11. Beauty has judged for us as a judge
That youth is fickle and good

12. A breast blooming with the spirit of life
Like a face blooming with cheeks

13. Her voice - ah, what insistence!
Competing with it only increases it

14. You are a bulbul, O nightingale
Whispering to the flowers like a murmur

15. A body like the body of air - delicate
Yet its harm is severe

16. I fear for my youth because of her
I am her audacious hunter

17. Adorned with beauty it flows
Into poetry and ode with its spirit

18. Ah - even if I said a thousand ah's
I wouldn't reach what I want

19. A spirit as pure as the breeze's spirit
With all its weakness, it has armies

20. Locks from it unleashed
And each army has rules

21. And eyes from it dreaming
As if it is the fancy of one heedless

22. Flowing, but it is far
And nearness from its company is far

23. I stay up for its star in passion
The spirit of love does not sleep

24. If beauty gains dominance
Through the virtue of love I gain blackness

25. It has made me one of its slaves
And poetry is a spirit that has slaves

26. The feelings of the soul do not want
That I want what you want

27. In its shadow, my misery was prolonged
I am happy in my misery with it

28. O soul of the soul, do not return
And do not remain long in witnessing

29. A tortured lover weeping
With the prostration of his eyelids' tears

30. Who are you, O time, what do you want?
What sorrows do you generously pour?

31. The nights have dressed up in harm
And time is insistently harmful

32. Some people flew and did not return
Passion's flaw is blocking

33. It stripped passion from some people
Yet I am passion's intimate friend

34. The crimes of love are from my imagination
A pearl, if I narrate it, refined

35. I am a man whose sins have increased
Who does not listen to advice or repent

36. Yearning to beauty in its clarity
And beauty graciously answers me

37. He did not accept blame in love
Nor does he return to the house of passion

38. Ah! From the anguish that burns him
A youth playing in the house of love

39. What is the house of love, what are its sorrows?
I almost melt from its light

40. O house of feelings, where is my vow?
Did my vow become the stranger?

41. I spent the night and the phantom was the guest of my soul
And the phantom was delighted with my joy

42. I almost, from my youth to you
Find the saltiness of tears sweet

43. If my love erupted, my eyelid cried
For love in its cradle is worry

44. Does the house of love not answer?
Nor sympathize with my agony?

45. It is not sweet to its protector
A throbbing from the heart or a moan

46. The secrets of the heart are not divulged
And the command to confess is not obeyed

47. Some people declared their passions
So they wasted their love and it was lost

48. Do not ask my conscience for the secret
For my conscience cannot be sold

49. Between me and love there is a conflict
Will this conflict end?

50. I struggled with it in its youth
So that struggle tamed it