1. I shall always struggle in you, the steeds of purpose
And I protect my times from separation

2. And I think that time is not desolate with me
And that it is not kind to its sons

3. But days have an unjust rule
I spent my youth subjected to a ruthless fate

4. O polish of tired imagination and elegance of
Short life and visit of the beloved

5. You brought me into existence from my nothingness in the land
And moved me while fire is below my burning

6. I become in the evening as the unharmed became, a bed
I see neither the released nor the confined

7. My longing for you, though our pact is recent
Is longing for the pact of graceful youth