1. He shed light before the era of full moons
So he is a ray of the great illumination

2. God sent in life men
Who flooded the darkness with light

3. They are the full moons of generations, the poets of
The earth, the electricity of this universe

4. Whenever a poet scattered in a sky
The night felt a dangerous upheaval

5. The true poet really suffers
With the disturbances of his spilled oil

6. Like lighthouses emitting light at night
And suffering on the deserted beach

7. Or smoke rising from censers
Carrying the souls the scent of incense

8. He is from the whim of genius a minaret
To see misery as a flame in breasts

9. And the destiny of genius that
Glory does not smile in the wing of eagles

10. That is how the hidden wisdom willed
It hides its embers in conscience

11. Denying light to the eyes of sultans
And gives it to the blind beggar

12. The garden withered in autumn, hearing no more
The warbling of birds in it

13. The flowers whose petals cracked off
Shed their blossoms to the rocks

14. And falling leaves peel in the crevices
Remains of hopes in breasts

15. Where are those flowers that morning sprinkles
With scattered pearls over them?

16. The flower withers in autumn and transfers
To spring seeds some of its fragrances

17. So is the soaring poet when he passes away
And his works remain for ages

18. The poet of nights did not die, his two eyes
Shining in the little book

19. Many a book laid the structure of a temple of light
Where the glance of Shakespeare was immortalized

20. Many a book erased the palaces of the vain
And raised the hut of the poor with glory

21. The generous does not die as long as
There is a smile for mouths on breasts

22. And on the orphan's eyebrow from the heart
Blood throbbing with sighing

23. And youths' hearts pulsating with love
And harboring the damsels of breasts

24. The generous does not die as long as
Souls shiver from the convulsion of purring

25. And the beauty of ideas from the crucibles of
The heart stretches in a beam of purity

26. And the fleeting hearing on the string of poetry
Gestures love with refrain and delight

27. O imagination that narcotized my eyelids at dawn
And was my light at night

28. Tell them I rest in my royal palace
From the misery of my rented house

29. The sword won the ephemeral matters
And I owned the sublime with some lines

30. A king in my small jar who wishes
The smile of dawn would be my envoy

31. My eternal state tied not with ivory and silk
Rather I did not adorn it with embellishments and ornaments

32. Tell them I often slept in life
Miserably once on my bed

33. That my death on the neck of my guitar is a slumber
Which takes me to a bright morning

34. The great poet sleeps repeatedly
The secret lies in the final sleep

35. Tell them you smash my cup on earth
And sanctify my wines at my death

36. The people denied my flower but may wish
A drop for the souls from my elixir

37. The flower of glory only opens to the poet
On the banks of graves

38. Sleep peacefully, a morning will come
Where the soul paves for a great change

39. Autumn branches must touch
Spring branches after months