1. Rise my friend and let your tears flow
For the branches are in mourning for the birds

2. And the turtledove weeps when
The pitcher sings beautifully from the strings

3. Bowing to the cross, yet he
Knows not the religion of the cross and bell

4. The necklaces of joy and the basin here
Are in order while these are strewn about

5. Contemplate God's handiwork and how
He sent the stars of the sky to the lands

6. Each beloved maiden adorned
In robes of light and lanterns

7. The zephyrs clothed her in cloaks of dew
Thus the dazzling of the blossoms

8. The dawns pleated her morning waters, her
Dress of flowers woven by the hand of March

9. The perfume of the fold, the loose shirt wafted
By the morning breeze below the loincloth

10. So the anemone was the cheek of the beloved
Ashamed by the ogling of onlookers

11. As if the gossip were a cloud that allowed
The defects to flow from hidden secrets

12. In braids adorned with cheeks
Of supple branches and embers

13. I'm not profligate or blameworthy even if
I spent the finest of my life upon them

14. How many necklaces of pearls are on them
How many dinars and gold coins are on them

15. As if the sky were studded with iron
Welded with silver and blossoms

16. And the crescent in the “Seven” like
A fist but without nails

17. And the darkness when the
Eyes close within it, gusts shake fruit

18. As if the two eagles were eagles, and the
Falling stars in the horizon outrun the flier

19. As if the lightning were bared swords
Unsheathed at the brink of dawn

20. As if the water-bearers squeezed from
The oxhide the blood of worries and thoughts

21. So unleash the whitest of hopes against the blackness of
Nights if you seek vengeance

22. For the torches are brandished
Among the repentant, flaming swords

23. So seize it as a war against the
Night, and its army disperses at daybreak