1. The words stir in my soul, so set me free
Defeated by your love, distressed forever

2. You made me wander the horizons, taking refuge
Sliding into beauty's pitfalls until my agony bore fruit

3. O you, o all my pain etched
On the page of life, o my question and my lament

4. How long will this sorrow carry me
Towards the forbidden night of meeting?

5. Say farewell, for my heart grew used to times
That cast it into blind separation and sorrow

6. You are a fresh, raging, bleeding wound
And my pain died in my soul and body

7. My poetry has for you a lightning secret
That wets the arid scattered in the open

8. And from my untouched boats their voyage
And from my flames the coolness of longing and weakness

9. And from my seas the rising of waves in turmoil
And songs of pine and ships

10. For you the girls intoxicated and the wishes screamed
And the dream chirped in the charm of decay

11. No corner remains in the folds of the soul
That does not live with memories in its dwelling

12. O luck failer, o my heart, have we no
Light to precede our steps of travel?

13. The vines of love's bounty inclined with joy
So I triumphed in bunches of ripeness and cities

14. How can I hold myself accountable when I ask it!
About what my hands reaped, and my soul asks me:

15. O foolish lover leave your past in which
Is the taste of bitterness, deprivation, and sorrow

16. And look to what is hoped for in the future seeking
The harbors of bliss in your life and be tempted

17. Do the days thus bleed fruitlessly
And the obsession with death drowns my thoughts?

18. You drank from me the sweetest juice of life
For composing the love song squeezes me

19. And nothing prevented you from what you dreamed of
And the best of your finding prevents me from what I cast

20. I will continue on the sorrows of my experience
For from its tribulations determination drives me

21.
No, the swords of love will not slacken against me

22. And my soul's resolve for the days has not softened
I spilled for your eyes the ink of my heart

23. Onto the sands of loyalty ceaselessly spilling me
I love you in Damascus, a woman without peer

24. So the staff of wandering settles in Yemen
I surrendered to love defeated and triumphant