1. Poetry is a waterfall on my obsession
Quenching my heart, its mouth a chain

2. Some of its critics find fault in my poetry
Its fragrance is envied by the flowers of meadows

3. My friends say I am a prisoner of love
The most delightful thing in its prison is its bond

4. How many tasted the cup of estrangement? But;
What pained it most was its betrayal

5. The meters of my poems are its melodies
Its sea makes its rhythms

6. It writes them on its tablet sometimes
And sometimes it brags about them in its chest

7. To people and the world belong half of passion
And the other half belongs only to lonely me

8. No patience, but I claim that I
Am the most patient, its patience never wavered

9. I conceal my sorrows from people, and how much
Secrets of my heart with gloom their grave