1. Let dreams spread out from my language like a field,
I try to elevate letters to the highest extent,

2. And create from the clay of sorrows a bird,
To breathe into it a rhyme that can be recited,

3. I have accompanied the crowds of those fleeing from anguish,
Perhaps a cloud will carry water and shade,

4. I search for a land where people can feel safe,
But where can I find a place with no corpses?!

5. Why did we inherit killing from the time of Adam?
And history continues to praise blades?!

6. I denounce all those who crawl to the ground,
If the bridge to victory is to wound a child,

7. So that man can be happy, I remain a lover,
Embroidering the gowns of violets and basil,

8. I am a lament for the grieving, my singing,
And the smile of a crucified man for his bereaved grandmother,

9. And in the courtyard of my heart is the hermitage of visions,
And I was granted a kingdom in love that does not fade,

10. I will ladle contentment from Zamzam for the weeping,
And if I die thirsty, serving them is more worthy,