1. Look at the season of spring
As if it were the season of youth

2. And the flowers are like the creations of
Friends from the blossoms of companionship

3. And the branches of the bending willows
Like the sleeves of wet wool

4. And the roses most resemble
Lips on a cup

5. Or do you not see how the eyes of the gardens
Wink for trysts

6. And the fingers of the scattering wind
Hastily point to the necks

7. And the palms of the leaves
Continue to call for goodbyes

8. So dwell in its meadows
For the roses are close to departure

9. Delighted by its bliss
Before separation and farewell

10. For all that is above the soil
Is from soil to soil