1. The earth fell silent, and the flowers spoke,
The clouds wept, and the raindrops laughed,

2. Spring spread its gentle chill,
Which poetry spreads with green,

3. Its yellow blossoms like gold,
Its red anemones like embers,

4. Oh you who ask about a love-sick lean lover,
What is the state of one whom separation grieves,

5. On him passions of love like garments,
Beneath them joints covered in dust,

6. So that his day of life becomes like a year,
And an hour of his night like an epoch,

7. Why doesn't the youth die whom
A silver idol tortures with cleavage?