1. My silence bewilders me, and silence is my tragedy,
And sadness, from its excess, has settled into my being.

2. I walk on while my fortresses have collapsed on the road,
And the night extinguishes me in the heart of my problems.

3. Neither does the dream know me if my roads are desolate,
Nor do visions abandon me at any time.

4. The secret denies me in a forest that has drunk
My voice, so I drown in the oblivion that is coming.

5. The letters of love are lost to whoever found them and departed
With a self, swarms of complaints from my tales.

6. Yearnings surge wildly through my fabric,
And the sand drowns my doors and my courtyards.

7. I kindle the embers of love in the cold of my tomb,
While the two deceivers are: my clay and my mirror.

8. I recoil from my own scream, and the wind carries me
On towards illusion, led by my misguidances.

9. I called out: how can I see when gloom is my window?
My stars have grown estranged by the gloom of my sighs!