1. My beloved, since love was in enchantment
Sweet breezes, until the twilight stung it

2. And since our two wings met over arts
From it to the enchanted world we take off

3. We safeguard the covenant of our two consciences between them
The whispers of the soul steal its murmurs

4. O sweet gathering and the soul is gloomy
And the matter is confused, and the air is suffocated

5. And O smiling of a lip, and the world frowning
And O pure natured, and wishes are frustrated

6. And O patient with afflictions, soothing them
Until they return like the daughter of the compassionate crying

7. From me to you is a greeting that does not stand
The age of the meadow, nor is it strengthened by the paper

8. It is as if my soul when its loneliness overwhelms it
A person with insight sees his sister drowning

9. My beloved, no one has disagreed between us
Except our appointment to our past, we agree

10. No side complained of the drought upon it
Except a green side, delicate, complained

11. We softly bite their gentleness as the gardens awoke
When the heavy rain saturated it

12. My beloved, and love, like people, was created
Bored unless morals change with it

13. The pleasure of connection if the estrangement was not flavored with it
And love was not stolen from its safety by separation

14. Miserable is the suspicion of a lute whose strings and body
And miserable is the taste of a life whose color is pale

15. Those thirty nine that sneaked in
Squeeze us for a while, then become gentle

16. Until now we are amazed at the panels of its march
From what wisdom and tearing intertwined in it

17. We both enjoyed it and we were full, not rich with satiation
Nor tired with saturation that insomnia drags

18. It increases our self-confidence when distress
As the darkness increases the beauty of twilight

19. Together we rise with ascending souls
Those who suffered, drank our cup and were quenched

20. How bad are people who sang pride, and did not stop
The affliction of people who sang humiliation, and did not speak

21. We pray with two fires that people pray for their heat
Both those deprived of them and those granted them

22. In luxury a fire for the distressed it ignited
Nobleness, and in hardship a fire, hatred ignited it

23. We do not sense it until it makes
Cold the fates of people before us who burned

24. What do you think, did we have goodness
In anything other than it? And did we have ways?

25. And partnership, and its tragedies have confidence
In us, and we trust the outcome of its matter

26. My beloved, no swerving has diverted our crawl, seashells
As the crawling of caravans diverts the separated

27. Nor did fate choose our imagined trip
We were fate that passes and outstrips

28. We walked on thorns, wounding us, and we befriend it
And in desolate places it throws us, and we stick together

29. We saw the embers subdued and we burn
And the planted foot is mined, and we penetrate

30. Facing paths that humiliated its travelers
Because they paved so much of it and did not tread

31. It is as if what they approved of its pasture was
Harsh, and what they found sweet of its nectar, paved ways

32. My beloved, harm touched us in a society
All that above it, in its opposite, shone

33. It closes the vacuum of the soul and its loneliness
As deformity closes the slit of ripped

34. It is as if what is crossed of its barriers
Are barriers of death, crossed, so it cracks

35. We are heated by its rulings one day, and reject them
And one day we long for it, and we are freed

36. We make ourselves like a pit that saves it
A pit, and the mocker ridicules us, sly

37. And considers life what livelihood is sufficient for it
Since for those around us livelihood is foolishness

38. And we honor the craft if indignity carries it
And the transgressor plunders its sanctuary

39. And we were not safe from the contagion chasing us
For with us are clothes that slits were opened in them

40. And it has poured upon us from its monstrosities
What sighs caressed its touch, and burning

41. And miserable is that consolation, but a hand
That struggles with the wave may be saved from drowning

42. My beloved, time will recount our story
Until some people believe it, even if they were truthful

43. And how not, and the secrets of its matter are wondrous
With it, victims of its mystery were locked

44. What did we face? Do I reveal the distortion of its creation?
Or will people and morals be cursed in it?

45. From gloaters who adopted the shame of the innovator
And angry, alive the innovator's shadow

46. Or will it be erased from history, he who falsified it
What he wanted, and tomorrow a forehead he sweated on

47. No wolf remains in the forest that a dog remains in its fangs
Except from our blood is on its teeth, gluttonous

48. Take courage, how much truth from lowness
They walked on and how many were trampled and crushed

49. We are not the first to be stained with blood wasted
Nor the last to follow and join

50. Indeed, arrows that no game dodged
And no target or shooter was equaled with it

51. Out of arrogance we withstood them, so they made us lose face
As the leaves fall around the lonely palm tree

52. We do not lie about pride, in our depths are knots
From what boils, and in our nature ropes cling

53. My beloved, and sins in existence are ancestry
And for sinners, for what they harbored, separations

54. The crime remains, punishment intensifies upon it
Until it sucks the dripping blood of the criminal

55. And for consciences there are horizons that reciprocate
If one horizon darkens, it brightens a horizon for it

56. And a conscience that failed its hopes may return
And the spring even from petrification gushes

57. No good announces it, for good invades it
And no darkness straightens unless the star shines

58. My beloved, what really tempted the wicked about us
Is that we were created of clay other than what they were created from

59. Over them are skins, with us diseased
From its stench, and its shedding is aromatic on them

60. How much our hardship pleased us, lofty instead
Of their luxury, ridden by humiliation and submission

61. Our souls are like clothes, over them new
And our clothes like their souls, with them worn out

62. My beloved, and something illuminated will remain from you
Its margins obscure to me, and clasped

63. And it will be picked from the buddings of its bliss
Bitterness clinging to the fold of the heart

64. I rubbed your flower in my thorns, dragging it
So all its petals are stripped, torn

65. And you have endured for me the burden of a warrior
Rough shouldered, from its carrying fatigued

66. Ulcered over what serenity accepts
And careless with what the greedy do not hope for

67. And holding his opinion while the soul disputes
And holding its dispute while the opinion sets forth

68. It overwhelms difficulties without discerning its lands
And the sword is examined for its sharpness and unsheathed

69. Indeed the forehead whose sides its braiding of your hair straightened
Creases marched over it

70. At dawn shining through the clouds, scattered
How many hands of yours in which you protected a foot for me

71. Nearly slipped on the paved floor
On those who fascinate the infatuated, grieving them

72. With genius, elevating it, so it crumbles
They tore through storms flapping sails

73. And took rest in the sleeping breeze, but did not flutter
My eye and yours, I do not wish for a lamp

74. Except you are for me the dawn and the cleft
Yesterday you asked me in a private whisper that shakes

75. The fear of endings, those who raved, and those who loved
Why in its time of neglect

76. A group, and when awareness intensifies, disperses?
My beloved, the secret still remains in blindness

77. On prisoners with the fangs of doom, stuck
They ventured into a world whose destinies gloomed

78. As if they were stolen from a destiny other than it
They cannot unlock from its orbit

79. Unless the petrification of the frozen unlocks
Every oblivious person, his intention was outlined for him

80. On it the night his mother's period came
And if you wonder, so from "scrap" it climbed

81. Shepherding "chaff", and a respite is left for it
Two generations in the butcher's fist, not trusting

82. On life, and their necks were not struck
Contradictions the liberated mind carouses with

83. Even if people philosophize, even if they are shrewd
So why are spirits assigned to death howling at us

84. And neither thundering nor lightning against us?
And why the youth's pride and tenderness, crushing it

85. And love, and good is languishing, dripping
Ignorance diminished until its examination knocked

86. And knowledge was poisoned until it almost ruptured
And thought ascended until the universe was stunned

87. By it, and the fabric of the universe torn
And harm still persists, and misery is mortgaged

88. And hatred, and cunning, and deceit, and anxiety
And civilizations still glare

89. In the grasp of the nucleus, a beast when it breaks free