1. Autumn came early and threatened
To stir and boom against summer

2. Foam appeared floating on the sand
Harbingers of what it mobilizes

3. As if from the froth of sand, on its waves
A child it would rock to sleep

4. The sailor felt the weight of his oar
With decay, though his grip revived it

5. The scent of mountains provoked it
With its snows, piles that menaced

6. Throughout summer flourishing, they counted its steps
Watching over it, though envying it

7. Barren while its playground roared
Darkened while its fire blazed

8. Mute though cattle danced around it
As if waves sustained it

9. Generations tripped into it, immortalized
As "David" roused it with psalms

10. And "Maabad" soothed it on lute
It was robbed and plundered by ants

11. Taken up and brought down by locusts
It cast its beauties to the winds

12. Things that only God could witness
It threw to it vigils of bliss

13. That we only dreamed of
The star guarded it and its tryst

14. As did the shade, its promise and vow
Now I understand its sighing

15. As it could no longer conceal its ache
For it had lost the breath that sustained it

16. And for remembrance, the sigh that released it
The poor soul pursued its wave

17. Futilely with its wave though it drove it away
Until now it knew not its nature

18. Thinking desire was a tune that entertained it
Yesterday its goal was so sweet

19. Today that goal was less meaningful
If it could bring back its greenery

20. And redden its slopes against their pallor
Though it disliked that the love of its knocker

21. Was for the farmers and the curse of its rain
"Al Bayd" did not know

22. That the green meadows praised it!
Memories of its transparency witnessed it

23. Its pure burbling witnessed it
Not fearing the violence of its torrents

24. Should valleys constrain its hands
From the north, one hand lifted it

25. And from the south, one hand rested it
Like people to the graves was its refuge

26. And from drops was its birth
Its submission was like theirs, eternally

27. To the unknown wherever it was fated
The season sustained it, minus the season

28. And the earth, minus the earth, made it happy
So remote - the sky did not expand it

29. Gently, nor the dawn save it
The star blind and unable to accompany it

30. The bird mute and unable to sing to it
Bewildered, no orbit to bathe it

31. No lights to guide it
As if fog had crowded around it

32. A door blocking the face of its meteors
The faded sun reminding it

33. Of the radiance of days when it lit its hearth
Days when it blew from its spirit into its depths

34. A breath that revived it
Even the moon saddened and isolated it

35. On the day of its ordeal, leaving it alone
These two were never like the others

36. For summer they were the best examples that immortalized it
Together they fostered passion

37. One chose it, the other cradled it
Of the commotion of spring, there remained in it

38. Only what was most generous
On its coast, of the bower

39. Only shrubs that delineated it
Disheveled by the breeze, as if playful

40. A madwoman gone to undo it
What summer had let down of its tresses

41. Autumn came to curl up!
Revealing dormancy, a neck that

42. Yesterday in bloom, stretched out
As if its swimmer, fearing its pool

43. Anxious, found its temple blocked!
Would it return tomorrow to its playground

44. Or would it not return tomorrow like yesterday?!
The sailor dismantled his boat

45. With tar, after the locusts, bundling it
Living off scraps he nailed

46. To the board, or rope he made into his pillow
I did not know, had lamps not shone

47. On its coast, where was its tomb?
It left...so I said: it fell asleep

48. And its lids, bleary, put it to bed
It faded...so I said: it slumbered, though still

49. An echo in the ear from a sigh that rose
As if a coffin being prepared

50. By its sailors among what supported it
And I thought a dirge convoyed it

51. To the grave, nails secured it
And the orators alternated verses

52. Noble, weeping ones that eulogized it!
O mute, weary, your eloquence

53. A gushing eternal spring
The pearls of its necklace panic

54. At what distressed them, scattered about
Memories awakened in it a wound

55. That in its withering hands lingered
Appointed by time, it cultivated it

56. On its coast, then harvested it
Oh shore, you are the dearest transformed

57. In speakers, by what you immortalize
And so nature, in its elements

58. Is a jinn confined, its spirit withered!
We roam its inertia to unleash it

59. And its barren ambiguity to conceive it
Perhaps this is so, and perhaps it is a language

60. Not yet attuned, we try to discipline it
And maybe its simplicities laughed

61. Mocking us for what we complicate