1. The pigeons cooed on the roof ridge twice and sang,
The smooth stick adorned with dew beads.

2. His garments fluttered with the morning breeze's greetings,
Attracting them like a thread attracts the morning breeze and they cooed.

3. The arrows of rain weakened on its slopes,
As if its streams were bare swords.

4. It flows and sheaths itself in the pond with its youth,
That's why it remains always polished.

5. The rust on its shadows increases its beauty,
Have you ever seen a sword polished by rust?

6. Your footsteps on its plains would not have been richer,
If it were possible to gather what they had scattered.

7. The snakes slid in rapture over its slopes,
With the river a garment and with the breeze rumpled.

8. The gazelles still weep until you see
The lightning become a blind eyelid.

9. Crying over youth and its era has preoccupied my eyes,
Too sad to cry over the faded beauty.

10. The morning breeze and the singers both
Broke the promise of union and missed the appointment.

11. If it were possible to regain what is past,
I would have wished or ransomed it with my soul.

12. How I wished for a pitch-black night,
Even if the light of dawn could not find its way.

13. The stars on its horizon hung as if
Drunk, plunged in deep slumber.

14. As if the lightning rod feared its wings
And descended, retiring from flashing.

15. The foundations of its clouds fell silent as if
Their quivers were emptied, flowing without limit.

16. And I answered the lover's call even if
The echo of imagination would not respond to it.

17. Burdened by an emigrant whose apparition abandoned me,
So I suffered, and a set of teeth and pillow.

18. Her talk is beautiful singing that shakes me,
Shaking the litter unleashed and tied down.

19. It is sweet and shortens in the ears by its length,
Increasing the beauty of delicate repetition.

20. As if it were the utterance of bliss with the advent of
The mighty king who renewed and did not perish.