1. In the dark night of despair
Is there a listener to the complaints of one who did not sleep?

2. Happiness upon happiness recalled
Memories piling upon memories

3. And the yearning of a heart that does not forget
Going back to a past it cannot grasp

4. O you whom I loved and sacrificed for
Though pain was sweet because of you

5. If only you could hear me, I would find
Relief from complaining of injustice

6. For the stars are weary of me
And tired of my sorrows

7. Of the wonders in the nights
And the events they collect

8. Is the complaining of the perplexed in life
To the perplexed in the burials

9. My waiting in the darkness is as though
In me there is a resemblance to blame

10. And my questioning about you
Without a voice or footsteps

11. And why do I listen closely perhaps
Your steps here are from the crowds

12. My nights like my days in love for you
From early on

13. Often you came to me in dreams
False as dreams

14. Then I saw your morning in the horizon and felt
Your spirit in the breeze

15. And healed my delusion from your consent
And many a despair and delusion

16. And quenched my ear with your words
The idol of melody

17. And burned my heart with your brilliance
Of a beauty that kindles

18. Like a moth that hovered over you
And which heart did not burn?

19. You have the brilliance of a beautiful morning that smiled at dawn
You have the gaze of a beautiful dawn over the hills and summits

20. You have the appearance of innocence after defiant illness
You have all that fulfilled to the extent of perfection

21. So with what heart can I be devout
And in what fortress can I take refuge?

22. O visitor hastily gone before
The meeting lasted or stood

23. You bid farewell when you had your fill of
Satisfying my soul though not my gaze

24. And went from a world that was incomplete
With blessings that were not complete

25. Nothing remains of the trace of the meeting
Except lingering fragrance

26. And the question of your tear when it
Asks me, and who can I speak to?

27. Why, my intimate thoughts, did
Eyes sleep though we did not?

28. And why did events push us in turbulence
That clashes?

29. Fate drove our vessel, the hidden and ordained,
It set out not knowing on what rock it crashes tomorrow

30. It began on the wind of consent,
And God knows the conclusion