1. You are the one whose image
Came to me one day, blaming me for little drowsiness

2. Have patience, the times have changed and you left me
We both suffered from the bitterness of separation

3. If I sleep, it is the slumber of one exhausted in strength
My nights pass without rest

4. They pass as past nights before them
You are not remembered, nor am I alive

5. What is this breeze that blew
On the face of the pond, weak in breath

6. Why did it show kindness to its flowers
With pity and soft touch

7. It kissed those who slept, and for those who cried
The healing wind was relief

8. While I, whose youth's flowers withered
And the thorns flow today through my branches

9. I have become neither breeze, nor words, nor
A pen that writes patience on my paper

10. What is this fire that weakened
My skin, subdued my strength and my firmness

11. It consumed my intelligence in maturity and etched
Messages of embers on my cheek

12. By God, I do not know if that is its ashes
Or if it is the writing of gray hair on my head

13. If tears were useful, it would have been useful to her
It will remain our people's talk as long as we live

14. But this money is not beneficial
And the soul is heading towards bankruptcy