1. He cries and laughs, not out of sorrow or joy
Like a lover who penned a line in passion and erased

2. From the smile of a star he whispered in his poems
And from conversing with a gazelle who yielded

3. A heart seasoned with pleasures while still a youth
Like a branch that the wind has touched so it opened

4. Why has the dark-complexioned one turned
Her love away from us? The most beautiful face would not be so stingy

5. If you knew the sorrow he endured
You would be kinder than one who blamed or forgave

6. Tomorrow if you waved hopes with a smile
For he who rebelled and he who attacked recklessly

7. It does not concern me though the tongue of love hails me
Whether the face of fate smiles or frowns

8. However much the garden blooms, it is a wasteland if deprived
Of a wing that fluttered or a voice that echoed