1. Sitting in the shade of the branches is so pleasant,
Flocks of birds flutter over it.

2. Fruits sing a melody amidst the branches,
Did you hear the melody the lyre played?

3. Two cypresses conversing happily,
And two weeping willows singing sadly,

4. The stream flows coolly in the pond
And flowers float upon it like bubbles.

5. It’s a paradise that God made out of radiance,
In it is the joy of the fortunate.

6. Its light is from the diffusion of the air,
So it is delicately silvery from it.

7. And birds sing harmoniously in it,
He composed it with the genius of song.

8. He formed it from the imagination of poetry,
So in it are the masterpieces of poets.

9. You’ll see sea nymphs flowing on creeks,
Yearning toward the sails of ships.

10. You’ll see Naiads in their blonde braids
Singing beneath the white snows.

11. And nymphs of the spring play music
Of spring above grassy banks.

12. There you’ll find all delight
And be rid of all hardship.

13. The mercies rained on you, O queen of poetry,
And the blessings of God overflowed upon you.

14. You were my solace in life and in death
I see you in the dreams of my slumber.

15. I don’t want you to depart after your death,
O queen of poetry, do not leave me.

16. It would be a catastrophe if you left in death,
But come take me, take me!

17. It is the disposition of my soul and that love in me
To meet calamities and tribulations.

18. Meet smoothly and enjoy yourself
In gardens of pleasant fruits and shade.

19. I will show you what I saw
Above the banks of Al-A'raf, so be at peace.

20. I will surely meet death,
It fells the wind, ruins lives.

21. Oh my imagination, come,
And stay close, do not adventure alone.

22. How can you, weak, withstand fate
While the arrows of death seek you out?

23. The light of life glows on your face
And the fragrant breeze flows through your hair.

24. So when death overcomes you with its arrow,
How can I be pleased with Paradise without you?

25. Comfort a soul, for I do not care
For people nor fear the fate.

26. Within its miserable spirit is a soul
That meets death with only peace.

27. I am like the heavenly lightning, a light
That does not diminish as it flashes far.

28. It appears from where people think
It takes from death a draught.

29. There is my ship on the sea glowing
Like a twinkling planet.

30. Its light dazzled death, so it is blinded
And avoids grasping it with the winds.

31. The night flickers goldenly with lightning,
With a yellowness that mimics the yellowing ears of grain.

32. The goddess of poetry created it so that
She could transcend with it the nets of the winds.

33. So accompany me upon it, let's go,
Above the pit of mortality, traveling together.

34. For the specter of death has dressed up for you
And you see it as beautiful and purely friendly.

35. You were a playful child in old age
And in youth seemed already aged.

36. You drew life from your shining light
And yearned for its radiance, rapturous.

37. You were but a ray of light
That darkness, winged, enveloped.

38. His share of his life that he saw
Was the delusions of his soul as it swam.

39. So he ceaselessly roams in the memory
Of his beloved, glimpsing visions in her shining purity.

40. Memories he revisits, a meeting
Continued in imagination, ever joyful.

41. A murmuring brook surrounded him.
A forest stretched over it, pouring between its branches.

42. It cast a shade above his sweet water
Beneath the shelter of waves, unstirred.

43. It concealed him from eyes for long
Until clarity guided them to its deliciousness.

44. From it spread a magic intoxicating the worlds,
So they became drunk on its essence.

45. You seek happiness though it is near you,
You claim sadness though it is far from you.

46. You have spanned life, struggling in it -
I wonder, has the struggle been fruitless?

47. You perfume people with the scent of the narcissus of life
While they lie in the tomb of life, asleep.

48. You have wasted life, however wasted -
In fleeting, vanishing ruins lies immortality.

49. Oh my imagination, what circulates in my heart?
Oh my imagination, what steals my ear?

50. What do I feel, what creeping
Is that blissful sensation that numbs my soul?

51. It is the most melodious oblivion, it sings
And brings life back in a similar melody.

52. Its waves are universal, blowing in it
Are ears overflowing with every art.

53. And its echo raging in the ears.