1. Clay does not become intimate until embracing clay
So I do not want you to be basil or jasmine

2. We were not bound in love with a pulse and affection
Until we were bound by it in nature and creation

3. A will in the conscience of the unseen is one
It inspired both of us: O you two, exist!

4. We spend ages of longing equally:
The pulse of "thirty" in the bosom of "fifty"!

5. We have from love dreams/angels
That have endured illusions/demons!

6. The cafés did not do us justice in their friendship
With the lovers, nor were their confidants loyal

7. So we have not stopped where we intended for our appointment
We come back.. Have our torments not been healed from us?!

8. We come back like the heedless youths who did not cease
Circling around temptation hastening

9. We who spilled the spirit of our coffee
In waiting, and tortured our cups

10. Evil are the appointments we arranged for them
Then we met metaphorically in our rhymes

11. In absence we ignite our companions as they ignited
From the flame of the unseen, the dreams of our devotees

12. We complain of sorrow, so our poems console us
Where poems are among the most consoling consolers

13. And the earth was overwhelmed by the terror of its mines
So it began to thicken the sensitive in the horizon

14. What would harm us if we honed some of our passion?!
The knife continues to hone the knife!

15. The prison of life narrowed without a song..
Songs expand prisons!

16. Taste elevates us where taste is a sultanate
That turns us between its palms into sultans

17. Nothing of the lies of days fills us
With truth except the lies of the singers

18. We came from thorns.. from the legacy of its harshness..
Bandaged with delusions that heal us

19. We are the mail whose feet ran out
Of fuel and did not find our addresses

20. We walk the longest of what is on earth of roads
That road to forgetting our past

21. There is no fear we entered its darkness
Except we reckoned it an exile from our exiles

22. And eternity is what its snakes stole of joy
A fraction of what they stole from us, our snakes!

23. The hand of fear is severed! We stayed in its cities
We almost flee even from our names

24. We almost betray the meaning, our lips have not ceased
Twisting away from our meanings

25. We almost – and the glances/doubt sting us
See the eyes nurturing the snakes

26. These cities are dried, from excess farewell in them
And dried from the waving of our hands

27. Pass by the barren tree to grant it
From wishes what adorns our cups

28. No role in love grants us its length
Unless we embody it as our ritual sacrifices!

29. Love held our flags in our hands
So accompany me to conquer the fields

30. Our pains mature in our throats
As handsome children in lullabies

31. It’s enough for the streets that we adorn their features
With the features of love so they become our gardens

32. Rise, we comb the sidewalk’s feeling with us
When we cross it rebels insane

33. We live the chivalry of lovers if
Our passions blaze - passions have their clay!

34. It’s all the same – and love does not cease making us fly
Whether it sends us sparrows or crickets!