1. Tell the one who extends his hands at dusk
Asking for a drop of water from a stream

2. Asking for a whiff of fragrant shade
God has given him the lush meadows

3. You are not alive if you beg for livelihood
And extend your palm seeking life

4. Be passionate, let the fierce fire frighten you
Not a breeze that startles the fanciful mind

5. And plunge into the horrors of hell with your essence
Let the fire create a spring in its peak

6. A stream that laughs with pure water
Tell the one who binds the desires of life

7. Seeking its secret before taking a step
Standing paralyzed, unable to uncover the mystery

8. Asking where is its extent from the unseen
You are not alive if you fear destiny

9. And seek the secret before the journey
Be a path of nectar and embers

10. Not a standing still indulging in images
And move onward to what you cannot see

11. You will see the mystery manifest and appear
And cast its staff on your chest

12. Tell the one who listens to the nightingale's wailing
A lover crying for the loss of hope

13. Melting in his blazing despair
Plucking the flower of a barren autumn

14. You are not alive if you touch crying
A cup that gives you the delusions of hope

15. Be a burning song that ignites the heavens
Not an echo of grief on the lyre of oblivion

16. And spill your essence into a flaming torch
You will see the universe as birds of light

17. Gliding above the stream
Tell the one who bows to other than God

18. And pours for other than God a cup
Fearfully drinking from his palms

19. Oblivious of his senses from the pleasure
You are not alive if you imagine existence

20. Masters who crumble as slaves on earth
Ask yourself, you will find prostration in it

21. To none but God, winds and chaff
And ask God for whom He lit His sun

22. Except the free, He kindled no fire
To illuminate the dawn or water the dusk

23. Thus the melodious lute resounds
In an eternal psalm of unmatched fervor

24. Gabriel stretched his wings in the clouds
And called upon the spheres to listen and the stars

25. To its free echo in the shackles of dust
As it pierces through like a flaming meteor

26. And sees its prostration amidst the ruins
In a Lordly Andalus watering domes

27. With nectar whose vineyards never ceased
To squeeze out magic and sing for return

28. And the rhythm of the Sublime proclaims its glory
The date palm of the soul bore its fruit

29. After the flute had trembled its cover
And with the soul's tear sang and watered it

30. It grew shade, dates, and remedy
Hear history behind the veils

31. Sing of the splendor of meteors
When the West was a distant cosmos

32. And the lantern came in the hand of a Prophet
To awaken the days from oppressive hatred

33. With an illumination that shone among Arabs
And a Book that guided the earth

34. The soil of Cordoba yearned for Him
There a prostration before Him

35. And the prayer niche listening to Him
The melody of passion shone from His lips

36. He is a lute from the East singing
And restoring glory tune after tune

37. Tariq in his might behind armies
And Ibn Abbad though imprisoned

38. The sorrow of Alhambra poured upon Him
With calamities no ear has tasted

39. Poured by the agony from His sides
The bird of Islam returned a tune

40. In which I was for nights a dream
The flute I lit that shook the heavens

41. And watered the depths with inspiring song
From eternity here I glanced

42. Finding shackles collapsing around us
We have reaped freedom in our horizons

43. And melted the chains from our necks
And we prayed to God in our rise

44. To return the East free as it was
To the most sublime wishes

45. To squeeze out light and water the darkness