1. A string on the shore of mortality asleep,
Upon it the fingers of time have crept.

2. The songs of the soul died over its bed,
Visions of ghosts and specters have melted.

3. O you who loved his chant continuously
From the tumultuous clamor and rustling.

4. If you have sympathy and compassion for him,
Tear with your heart the veil of all screens.

5. His inspiring beloved was blissful,
In a boat circling the glow of dawn.

6. Its sailor, a king leading its reins,
In a halo of his gentle light.

7. It sails with him while purity spreads its sail,
For the glory of its harbor and holiness of its banks.

8. In the chorus of the lutes he awakened his soul,
The melody of evening with the whisper of the breeze.

9. So he sang, and the birds around him fell silent,
Their throats muted, their wings folded.

10. The groves listened to him as if his call
Rang with reverberations and murmurs.

11. They lent him their lutes, so he borrowed
The tune of dawn and the poem of the oars.

12. The waves of the gulf thirsty and eager
For the chant of the swimming crier.

13. The universe grew old, made drowsy
By a memory that stirred dormant sorrows in him.

14. O you who saw the world lost like a ship
Sailing in the light of the radiant dawn.

15. And evening came scowling at its moment,
Folding the brilliance in your enveloping darkness.

16. The night demons weeping in the gloomy heart of night,
With the shaking of the violent winds.

17. So the sailors fell into disarray seeking salvation,
From the raging, leaping sea.

18. Ruin came to you, O hopeful of eternity,
And fate cast you down with its raging wind.

19. Ask about him one day when all stand
Leaving their places at the partition.

20. A purified hand shakes its sister’s,
And it is said, wicked, from the unjust.

21. While the hand of injustice extends its five fingers,
Wreaking vengeance and utter excess.

22. And God bears witness it never sinned
A day, and the coast of the Chosen bears witness.

23. A blameless hand reached out in love
And affection yearning for the loyal.

24. But doubt assails her
And intolerance unjustly rises to punish her.

25. That hand - if it touched the heart of purity
Would spread the scent of the soul to the perceiver.

26. A creed that almost illuminated holiness
When the dawn of the people darkened in discord.

27. If the oppressed live in it honorably,
It is he who accepts a meager living.

28. The honor of struggle is a creed not seduced
By the splendor of adornment and din of temptations.

29. O nation whose sincere are given the wine of bitterness to drink
While the pretentious enjoy the drink of joy.

30. And the free of mind live as strangers in its shade,
Alienated by the enmity of the arid times.

31. Is he who remains steadfast in principle
Cast by you into misery in the worst way?

32. And you buried in the darkness of ingratitude his brilliance,
As the earth buries the translucent jewel?

33. What is it to you if you watered his sapling
While living, though death has given you the ripe fruits?

34. You honored him after death while none but
The touch of your hands announced any wedding.

35. In his silent struggle he was a sign,
Whose mysteries exhausted the perceptions of the insightful.

36. A fire blazing in a rippling brook,
And flames igniting in swaying meadows,

37. And a lamp lighting up the temple in its life,
Its threads illuminated with abundant light.

38. This is the struggle, so do not utter platitudes,
Raving madly with quivering clamor.

39. How much wisdom cried out in a poet's expression,
Yet his share of it was fanciful imagination!