1. We had a shrub by the fence
Where the sparrow used to sing in its shade

2. Spring used to visit it secretly
Overflowing light into the garden from within

3. Until when morning came
The flowers breathed in it and the sparrow chirped

4. And news of spring spread
To the whole garden, captivating it

5. We had it, if only it had lasted for us
Or the sparrow's shouting above it had lasted

6. I used to sit facing it on my balcony
Or sit under it in its shade

7. Or watch in the morning its sparrow
Cheerfully covering the windows of my room

8. Sometimes pecking on the glass and sometimes
Rising, chirping on my ceiling rafters

9. So when it saw me it flew in white joy
And fulfilled the branches of my shrub

10. We had it, if only it had lasted for us
Or the sparrow's shouting above it had lasted

11. When will its shouting stop and when will I see
Your snowy blossoms, my orange tree

12. And when will I fly to you, my soul dancing
With joy, taking my seat from my balcony

13. Alas! I will not forget its shade my seat
As I watch the horizon, half-asleep

14. Sweet memories have choked my eyelids
Of your moonlike scent and the soft melody

15. So from you a stream of melody poured
On my heart's lethargy in my imagination

16. And my soul sighed for you from the valley of grief
To be drunk on the pure white wine

17. We had it, if only it had lasted for us
Or the sparrow's shouting above it had lasted

18. Alas! I will not forget the morning of September
With bees covering your shimmering light

19. And the evening of March how it descended
Like a sunset hill, limited in shade

20. It landed in the garden beneath the dewy dreams
And the scented hem flowed over you

21. For there, how much gold captivated my soul
Wandering in the meadows of imagination

22. And here the shrub moved in sorrow
And spring cried for its abandoned phantom

23. And remembered the days of youth, sighing
As if it were a lute in the hands of grief

24. And remembered the days when the glow of morning sprinkled it
And the sparrow chirped

25. And the blossoms of orange dreamed in the dew
So its enchanted phantom wandered in them

26. We had it, if only it had lasted for us
Or the sparrow's shouting above it had lasted

27. And it remembered at the fence yellow flowers
That bloomed in the shade of bamboo

28. The marigold's blossom, how it broke its covenant
Forgot love in its gleaming scent

29. And it remembered in a quiver when its sparrow
Flew from it without hesitation

30. And here a yearning crept into the shrub
And wept nostalgically for the waving aroma

31. We had it, if only it had lasted for us
Or the sparrow's shouting above it had lasted

32. And it remembered a sunset that blushed with red
Through the clouds upon the hillsides

33. And the branches of the olive tree appeared as if they were
Ships fluttering on the seas of imagination

34. And here the shrub moved in sorrow
And spring cried for its abandoned phantom

35. And remembered the days of youth, groaning
As if it were a lute in hands of grief

36. And it remembered the palm tree and a hoopoe
That used to frequent it morning and evening

37. And it remembered in the jasmine a turtledove
That would moan on the moonlit night

38. And here the shrub moved in sorrow
And spring cried for its abandoned phantom

39. And remembered the days of youth, complaining
As if it were a lute in the hands of grief

40. And it draped all the branches with a cloud
And the branch flourished and the bud opened

41. And the sparrow rejoiced in its leaves
And the fence bloomed and the fragrances emanated

42. It dreamed of a far distant land
In that distant, remote horizon

43. And there under its blue poplar trees
It longed for its blue dreams

44. A silence prevails there, encamped
With the stars of night over it overlooking

45. It is the paradise of trees, shades,
Fragrances, tunes, and springs

46. The pink oleander blooms over its banks
And the lotus seduces the water lily

47. And orange blossoms, their fragrance smells
Of bees dreaming in the sunny tranquility

48. And there a sparrow always chirps
And tells tales to the sleepy flowers

49. Relating to them a magical legend
Of what emanates from the narcissus' imagination

50. We had it, if only it had lasted for us
Or the sparrow's shouting above it had lasted

51. My orange tree, by God, since you left me
And I became an ally of silent sorrow

52. After you I became withdrawn and desolate
As if I were a winter's sorrowful evening

53. The fragrances scatter in its horizons
My soul to you beyond every space

54. And flutter in the corridor of every
Moonlit or white hymn

55. I had hoped my end would be
In the shade of this fence where I see you

56. And the last thing to numb my hearing
Would be your shouting sparrow above your branches

57. And dawn would awaken me briefly
From the numbness of your breeze

58. And now when fate has hastened
So the memory of your aroma will stand

59. We had a shrub by the fence
Where the sparrow used to sing in its shade

60. Spring used to visit it secretly
Overflowing light into the garden from within

61. Until when morning came
The flowers breathed in it and the sparrow chirped

62. And news of spring spread
To the whole garden, captivating it

63. We had it, if only it had lasted for us
Or the sparrow's shouting above it had lasted