1. Me, and the poem, and the beloved, and the pen
And a headache from a day of politics, debates and pain

2. And the worries of a lifetime whose times are torn
Between optimism, fears, and regret

3. And the cursed phone wherever I am
Follows me, and plays every second a number

4. This one rings, and hers, her messages reproach,
Or threaten with estrangement and regret

5. And me, and my ears
Which threaten me with numbness and deafness

6. And those coming with the morning, I count them
Fifty confused in fifty worries

7. And the timeline in its hours
How much dew will I dispense, how many promises, and how much

8. And all my papers and all my notebooks
My anger, reproaching me like a accused vinegar

9. So when will you write this article for the publisher?
And when will you complete this poem and melody?

10. And the foolish wife most of her time
Cries, and flays me with reproaches and blame

11. And prowls around the fence of messages
And communications of coquettes and tracking in lust

12. And reproachful messages; because you were absent from
A conference trip, and didn't attend and didn't

13. And the young female students, talk of your affection an hour
Hundreds whom the sorrows of boredom shatter

14. And the lovers, your sweet talk which
You accustomed them to in sorrow and worry

15. Where is the life for a poet and a lover
Who reaches the morning to morning and hasn't slept?

16. So when will you incline to the youth and passion?!
And for which eye will you be lively and for which mouth