1. The night sprawls like heavy worries
Dragging the tails of its long cloak

2. And reveals in its outskirts stars
Of faint orange hue

3. And Michael's taste was listening
To the whispers of jasmine in the fields

4. So she smiles at her slender stars
And dreams in her beautiful allure

5. Of an era that was beautiful in the world
And the dome of the steady bell

6. On the two columns of its old church
Was chopped up in the sky, and light had sprawled

7. On it, sick rays
Like a specter that keeps vigil over the dead at night

8. And stays awake like a mother's vigil
And the night was broken in feelings

9. Felt the flame of the inhabitants of the graves
So it softened its breeze in its corridors

10. And the branches of the old palm tree
Shook their heads as the breeze passed

11. So a rustling is heard in the gloom from it
Like the sound of sting in a sinful heart

12. And in the huts, weak lanterns
Like the imagination of stars in the horizon

13. Make in their small windows
A sigh from their miserable flames

14. As if some worries were in its oil
And in the distance, the bay could be seen

15. Its waters swelling with light waves
Like a black board thrown over it

16. A golden frame on it, embroidered
With lamps and flowers

17. That have their splendid sight in the water
And the light of the stars on the coasts

18. When blended with the lights of the harbors
Makes an imagination of it at night beautiful

19. Leave the distances on a beautiful night
To sleep intoxicated with dim light

20. And let the fingers of the breeze play
As it wishes with the leaves of the fields

21. And let the drunk dew drop fall
On the body of the gardens and hills

22. Come with me, let's enter a small palace
Where you see the lamp fill it with feelings

23. Lingering in taste from a long era
So if you entered you'd see a gloomy youth

24. From feeling about to melt
If you looked closely, you'd see a body

25. Seething as if there were flames in its blood
He has a heart that appears in every heart

26. As if God had scattered hearts in it
A youth like dawn in colors and age

27. If you saw him, you saw dawn
His beauty casts a strange shadow

28. And if you listened, you'd hear him say
To a mother that emaciation afflicted

29. To a mother who left a beloved husband
Whom a heavy night shrouded

30. I feel disturbance in my heart for her
And a tear wandering in its folds

31. I did not feel this yesterday
So yesterday I did not know why

32. Beautiful, everything in it is beautiful
Yes, O mother, I have become a wretched youth

33. Despair almost extinguishes my eyelids
So where have the nights of dreams gone

34. And a heart that was empty in the past
I see a flirtation turn away from my love

35. And her heart hides a secret, hidden thing
And you hear her guardian say to her

36. My daughter, the path has led you astray
Have you awakened your heart, my daughter

37. It is beautiful, my only one, to love
And lift eyes and heart to passion

38. And hear tormenting tunes from it
And drink fresh water from its hands

39. I felt disturbance before you
And endured love, easy and difficult

40. But one who is patient does not regret
Take your time, O son, older than you in years

41. If passion is pleased, life refuses
Be patient, and you will love whom you want

42. And the virgins and roses will love you
One like you, despair does not accompany

43. And his prime filled with a reasonable mind
Before you, my son, are long years

44. And of the flowers of love, many
Be patient, and you will pluck its flower

45. It will be fresher than the flirtation's blossom
Its fragrance will bless the new era

46. So he utters the sigh of gloomy longing
And drowns in the gloom of strange thought

47. And goes without answering, and in his love
A doubt more intense than flames

48. And how can he answer a mother in whom
The juice of love dried up in the sunset

49. O mother, turn the cup away from me
For there is no matter of patience in love

50. And life has no matter in hearts
And he goes without answering, and in his love

51. Is agony that strains his strength
Leave me, O mother, people's flowers smile

52. And apart from me, their joy splits in the land
I have a flower in the garden of thorns

53. Strange in color, I am pleased with none but it