1. My soul refused solace in my absence
Though her hands fell short of integrity

2. Does a young man find guidance in fate?
When the fate of all is corrupt wickedness

3. No lasting union, no joy remains
No bliss passes through retrieval

4. We were created for separation
Watched by misfortunes like enemies

5. A young man knows no true union
No experience of affection's loyalty

6. But for the one whom fate's twists try
With severe afflictions, crashes, blows

7. Soul's pride is glory and patience
To tread arrogance underfoot with might

8. O morning breeze, pass my greetings
And recall for my heart its fervor

9. O home of loved ones, how your specter
Draws my tears in the still of night

10. How many tears of passion I've wept
As my soul follows every parting

11. I will endure absence patiently
And consent the fire of your love as provision

12. I'll water the land of my ardour with tears from my eyelids
To quench the thirst of every harvest

13. I'm tired of fate and days to the point
I've come to hate my life and continuity

14. I've adorned my soul with graciousness
That it may find favor in the noble country

15. Where the young man of glory resides
Standing tall, towering over the mountains

16. When I call you from afar, I hear
Fate loudly calling back at me

17. I ransom you my soul from emptiness and disgrace
As many like me ransom their souls

18. I fear the envy of enemies against you
Before whom the radiance of dawn fades

19. I dread they contend with me over you
By the cycles of horizons or the beasts of the deserts

20. O sun of the morn, your example to me
Is a sword whose sharpness dazzles the eyes

21. Its steeds race the steeds of mortality
When saddled for the day of confrontation

22. Bearing a knight we see as a lofty mountain
Atop the back of his racing stallion

23. When his hands give generously we imagine
The sea itself a sea of generosity

24. Blessed is he of noble character
To whom the highest summits bow readily

25. I implore him in lines that contain
The deepest passions of the heart, not the pen

26. That remind me of bygone felicities
And promise me mornings of reunion

27. Of worldly fortunes I have none
Save a promise of connection and severance

28. Soul's pride is acceptance and patience
No pride stands without struggle and hardship