1. O tear, pour down wherever you wish,
And O my heart, it is time for you to melt,

2. Since sorrows have become commonplace,
I have not found anyone to share my sorrow with.

3. Yearning has filled the bowels with wounds,
When I went westward as a stranger,

4. Sickened by a life that tortured me,
With the doctor avoiding my distress.

5. If only acceptance would bring winds,
A wind whose time is near.

6. With the horizon that leads to us goodness,
Our youths' chests are perfumed.

7. It cools the burning liver,
O you who follow his setting, tired of exile,

8. Shining, have you not heard the well-known parable:
Send a wise man and consult the insightful one.

9. When you come to the beloved homeland,
And the amazing, expansive side,

10. And the present, spreading widely,
Greet what I see of the south for me,

11. Factories that attract hearts,
Where I met exquisite, delicious wine,

12. Defying the watchdog in joining it.
How often the deluded knows not his night visitor,

13. When he bends in his drunkenness on his staff,
The pigeons of his ornaments chirp cheerfully,

14. I look forward to the blossoming youth,
Until one who wishes me ill waits in ambush,

15. The dawn of a horizon determined to turn grey,
I hurried, have you seen the wolf,

16. I made it sweet fruits of paradise,
Shall I emigrate or expand the blame,

17. For whom I did not drink after,
It would not harm him to say no rebuke,

18. Nor blame that affects hearts,
Sins have been long and manifold,

19. And he did not leave me any excuse,
If the eye settles with blindness,

20. I will not stop trying to please the angry one,
It is enough for me to forbid the absent one,

21. Repenting may benefit the sinner.