1. God watered the ruins of what was built
To its familiar quarter, the heart of a longing lover,

2. Who shed tears or rain on its soil,
Swords of soft blankets or swords of lightening.

3. Whenever the breeze blew on the garden, it kissed
The lips of a blossom or the cheeks of an iris,

4. And if it swayed in the tender branches, it embraced
The arms of the boughs and adorned itself with carnelian.

5. And if the morning sun inclined, I imagined it
Brides revealed, bathed in creation.

6. I spent the days intoxicated with the wine of youth
Lost in bliss, not yet awake.

7. Only youth betrayed me, though I trusted
A pact with it, not firm enough.

8. In my cheeks whiteness appeared as if
Stars in the dark endowed with sunrise.

9. The time of gray hair has not yet come, but was brought on
By encountering a foe and parting with a friend.