1. He recalled the ignorance of modernity and his passion for it
And repeated in his writings its dreams

2. And he felt around the deceitful world but did not find
Its nights or days in his hands

3. He continued to coddle its roses and cherish them
Until he took over and then lusted for its pens

4. So he turned the returning pilgrims into an inquisitor
Weighing their silence and speech

5. He held back the youth in reins and for so long
He thought the helpless would not resist their bridles

6. There used to be a crowd of flatterers around him
And today sickness has scattered its crowds

7. His comrades grew distant from him though for so long
They had been the soul and beauty of his being

8. A companion of his youthful cloak grieves for him
One who did not wear the garb and costume of the world

9. He casts out life in bursts and gasps
Like a flask whose seal was broken

10. Do not reject him for you do not know what
Life pours out from the unseen before it

11. Indeed He who made life in His grasp
And death He steered however He wished

12. O Lord a neglected one dies of his sickness
If he lived he would establish a nation and raise it

13. And one lost to his misery if he did not lose hope
The country would achieve its purpose by his hand

14. The chest is a pillar of life's chambers
So when tuberculosis persists it collapses its pillars

15. Consumption steals away when it creeps into the mind
And returns at the bank of life like a dove

16. Old age deceives in its greed for its child
And the drowsiness of sleep soils its youth

17. And it creeps into the train of the bride when she walks
And reaches her lips before the groom's veil

18. O you whose humanity is oppressed
The estrangement of children has severed its wombs

19. They increased the wretchedness of the miserable with neglect
And the coldness of the feeble body with sickness

20. They said it is forbidden sustenance and took out
From their food the orphan's forbidden money

21. And he who seriously gathered its rubble with his hands
Walked over the crushed ones with its boulders

22. As gold mines it claimed its dust
While others provided its coal

23. Lo, angels in human attire
We call them servants for their humility

24. They strive in its folds for its poor
And shade its orphans with their kindness

25. They spent hours from their lifetimes
Tending to its tears and sorrows

26. They rushed upon the diseases when they became complex
Hoping to alleviate its pain

27. With their backs bent like praise or tossing
A home where the soul settles comfortably

28. The patients do not tire of it though their bodies do
I forgot a piece of the Emigrant's land

29. Which hosted insults and settled them
A home it is the generous cradle and residence

30. That embraced its relics and bones
Say to the Emigrant give charity from her wealth

31. And fulfill her duty and settle her debts
And it is said the Emigrant's wealth cannot be counted

32. And I say the hopes of her generosity cannot be counted