1. They did not come with news, nor did they arrive
Nor does your heart have any news of your nights

2. Spring abandoned our nights and left them
And the garden was deserted, no shade or water

3. O healer of my illness, the illness has brought me down
Is there no quenching of this lethal thirst?

4. No bird's heart can settle, no frantic ship
Can anchor in the river

5. I have a winter sky that does not rain
Black in the recesses of my soul, barren

6. Mute at times, raging at times
And it does not deceive my perception though mute

7. How can the desert deceive me slumbering
While the waterbeds slumber over the desert?

8. Did you call me or is it an illusion I hear?
So I listen with the license of illusion

9. I am here if my soul had wings to fly with
How can one exhausted stand up?

10. The people scattered around the shore and gathered
Loud and noisy about it

11. While others lazy in their places
As if they were statues in the sands of the shore

12. Pure souls before the corruption of time
And before hatred dared love

13. Souls narrowed by grudges, even if in peace
They would still be like the spacious sea breeze

14. The sun shone brightly that day, blazing
As if it were a red flame on the horizon

15. The shade of the heart was pleasant from the shade
We prayed exposed to the hot sun rays

16. What is it to me, you are my whole world
I cannot contain you yet my heart you sustain

17. If only it lasted forever not passing a year
And the dream remained asleep on my eyelids

18. I glance at you fearful, anxious
And I glance away, eyes averting

19. When I speak my words are no use
When silent my silence reveals

20. Any word the wind conveys
The shore murmurs it and the horizon echoes

21. O night who told the birds our tale
And how did the morning breeze know we are lovers?

22. When we awoke we saw the sun tilting
Towards sunset, no deferring the separation

23. Grey locks shone and braids came undone
Golden in the farewell hour, yellow

24. Twilight walked her lasting with blood redness
As if it were henna on the train of hair

25. O you who breathed the heat of passion on my neck
As amber breathes in cups

26. And I breathed the heat of passion from his mouth
I was not quenched, still thirst burns

27. You are not far in my thoughts with distance
Darkness will not veil you from my eyes