1. To you I am not of play nor confusion
You departed from me with an unchanging heart

2. Return my youth to me if you are able
For desire is not my way nor my want

3. I have gone beyond the stage of verdant youth
Looking to the daughters of youth running after me

4. And gray hair is the escape of him whose fate is fulfilled
And there is no salvation for him from that escape

5. And if poetry were a homeland for a man
The vicissitudes of fate would rain down on him from the clouds

6. I hurl meteors in the night as if they had
Pasture from light or land from grass

7. Until when its last one disappears over a horizon
Dyed with the rose-colored dawn

8. I arrive disappointed and turn back
Taking success from a jump

9. These are the morals of Ismael in tiredness
From the ascent and the ascent from them in tiredness

10. You have tired my gratitude so it has become burdened by you
So go away, for I have no desire for your kindness

11. I do not accept time bringing me any gain
For which my gratitude stands, even if my father were to hand it to me

12. When I asked you, your call met me
Beyond my assumptions, yet I did not win nor succeed

13. An orb did not miss targets of stealthiness it deliberately took
So the great Pléiades doubted, but did not hit

14. I will thank you, for gratitude finds
One who achieves it remaining in a state of achieving eminence

15. With every witness for the people absent
From them all, neither witnessing nor absent

16. Described in subtleties from her rarities
Molded in wording and meaning from gold

17. And I have not flattered you in praise that
Reality from you contradicts, though some praise is of lies