1. The night of poetry is like an obscure darkness
So when will the preoccupied find their way to you?

2. The horizons of imagination are too narrow
For these subtle nights to fulfill their promise or gather them in an embrace

3. How often the ghosts travel to meet you
While people wander lost and confused

4. And in my soul, one who cannot see the whiteness of dawn in it
Except for the darkness of sorrow

5. In his eyelids is a burning passion for lovers
A magic that has enchanted hearts and gathered them

6. He is the branch the water has gently swayed
And the full moon of the sky that has given it completeness

7. Oh, how supple his figure is and how beautiful
That forehead under the soft hair

8. My heart went astray after guidance when
I walked toward him between light and darkness

9. I suffer for him while he fulfills the desires of others
Believe me, passion allots and divides its favors

10. My eyelids were always wet with tears and longing
Is a generous steed, it does not cut short its journey

11. Exalted is one who molded his heart from unyielding rock
And ascended is one who was virtuous despite the water of life

12. No, by the face of the meadows all clad in white
And the water of the spring, clear-eyed, not bleary

13. And by the sincerity of the branches beneath the blowing
Breeze, its trailing gown the soft rain and its collector

14. I called upon the praised King, pride of the faith
Only to repel every concern and sorrow