1. Autumn spread its joyous portico
With scattered shades and colors between

2. And here is my red rose dancing
As if she alone was gifted a garden

3. Or as if her petals beckoned me
With the redness of the sun before dusk

4. As if she did not know how I suffered
Or if she knew, she did not share my sorrows

5. Sister of the flower in her joyful hues
She did well even if she forgot me

6. It scatters colors happily from joy
For the seduction of birds and humans

7. And does not care for my gloom which comes from a wound
As if I fear expressing my sorrows

8. And it would have been better for one like me in his sadness
To be patient with distress no matter how distress hurt me

9. I who taught the suffering one his joy
And wrestled vigorously with worries through my songs

10. Dance then in beautiful freshness and joy
And redness of gems and coral

11. Rather, of meanings we imagined were precious
Though we never knew their essence through insight

12. As if they were some winged dreams
That took form over leaves and branches

13. As if they were a sweet inspiration teasing us
Yet beyond any human feeling

14. Except optimism that appears from their flirtations
Even if it transcended my assessment and reasoning

15. And do not blame me for my gaze at you
Like a starving stranger far from sustenance

16. For in you is the Sufi's philosophy
And in the worshipper what surpassed my faith

17. And you killed my solace about you, o sorceress
So do not blame my proximity and affection