1. I will emerge from the silk of lovers
And from gold that betrays my pendants

2. Yes, I have a companion who cries, so I cry
And I have a shade that suits my soliloquies

3. I have two languages: the eloquent Arabic begot me
And the vernacular that I will gift its softness!

4. And I have the pride of "al-Munakhil" when it reveals
The secrets of lightning to pebbles

5. And I have the honor of ascending to clouds
That rain me on the cheek of the young woman

6. And I have the bread of myth, the salt of my tear
The sands of my nomadism, the wine of my deviations

7. And I have a door to the kingdom, a spring
In the valley of jinn, an eye for the perishers

8. And I have the eternity of the desert, a night
With thousands of pale stars

9. The yearning of she-camels, the ruby of rhymes
And the pearls of wandering in the deserts

10. And I have what I don't have, fifty mothers
But I'm an orphan of songs

11. I came with poverty in my hand, a sword
That mourns over the victim and the killers

12. I cried but I didn't cry over the wounds of my soul
Nor my longing for the piercing night

13. "Al-Samaw'al" stripped off my armors
And the deposit of one going towards death

14. The tribes will peel off their blood
Life will take revenge on life!

15. Shall I seek a king in the court of Rome
While I have the king of raging winds?

16. I will leave the flesh of my ancestors neglected
Yearning for the affection of mothers

17. And I will look for a pendant for my soul
Away from the invaders' missiles

18. The eternity of the desert is a night for me
With thousands of pale stars

19. The she-camels' yearning is the ruby of rhymes
And the pearls of wandering in the wilderness

20. And I have what I don't have, fifty mothers
But I'm an orphan of songs

21. I came with poverty in my hand, a sword
That mourns over the victim and the killers

22. I cried but I didn't cry over the wounds of my soul
Nor my longing for the piercing night

23. "Al-Samaw'al" stripped off my armors
And the deposit of one going towards death

24. The tribes will peel off their blood
Life will take revenge on life!

25. Shall I seek a king in the court of Rome
While I have the king of raging winds?

26. I will leave the flesh of my ancestors neglected
Yearning for the affection of mothers

27. And I will look for a pendant for my soul
Away from the invaders' missiles

28. The eternity of the desert is a night for me
With thousands of pale stars

29. The she-camels' yearning is the ruby of rhymes
And the pearls of wandering in the wilderness

30. And I have what I don't have, fifty mothers
But I'm an orphan of songs

31. I came with poverty in my hand, a sword
That mourns over the victim and the killers

32. I cried but I didn't cry over the wounds of my soul
Nor my longing for the piercing night

33. I am the poetry of the age, so sleep
Over the wickedness of the flock and rulers

34. I am the poetry of the age, so rise
Against the betrayal of bared swords

35. A thousand "Baghdads" will fall, so go
To the king of Persians and the swindlers

36. I escaped to the one I will escape from
And the missed chances led me to missed chances

37. I lost, yes I lost, I lost myself
To gain what I lost from gifts

38. But I assure you with my death
And in the honor of decay, the honor of life

39. I will leave you and me pure
To the kingdom of the mistress of languages!

40. I entered "Ma'arrat al-Nu'man" blind
Seeing the crawl of larvae in plants

41. Seeing the misery of embryos moaning
From wombs searching for crumbs

42. And here I am in the third of my prisons
The raven of the soul wails in my throats

43. I recovered so I didn't suffer from the inheritance of the past
And I lived so I wasn't captivated by a dream to come

44. So how was I expelled from the heavens of my doubt
As an infidel excommunicated by my judges?

45. And who am I as the dust dives underneath me?
And who am I in the sky of airplanes?

46. And who am I in metallic peace?
And who am I in the wars of computers?

47. Goodbye O computer, we became
Lines in the baskets of the neglected

48. I will search for the "Necessities" of my silence
And for a grave the size of my contemplations!

49. Why don't my shadows follow me?
Why don't my qualities resemble me?

50. Why did forgetfulness ruin my heart?
And my courage betrayed my memories?

51. So there is no joy to befriend me, no companions
And no anger to frighten my enemies

52. As if I'm out of everything
Raced by my death to my death!

53. Away from my blood, my family's sorrow
Away from the torment of existence

54. The conquerors will pass over my bones
So neither shed my blood, nor make my paths bleed

55. I'm the stone of the end, so leave me
To drown in the waters of my collapse

56. Twenty Andalusias fell for me to weep
Over their ruins, the glory of the barefoot

57. So who will see the howdah of the sword weeping?
And who will gather the tear of the sword-makers?

58. And who will smell the scent of "Ibn Rushd"
Traveling in the ink of "translations"?

59. And who will melt the musk of the soul in it
And dwell in the splendor of my minarets?

60. And who will be the last Abshami
Torn apart by the wailing of my compositions?

61. And who will hang the bells among us
At dawn in the neck of the wild doves?

62. I ask you “Ibn Zaydun”, why
Does the mighty oppress the oppressed?

63. The time of those who protected their zeal is gone
And the time of the decadent does not suit me

64. To the ruined quarter we return wandering
“So the wombs of the impregnators did not weigh down"

65. I am the populist speaker in my name
And in the name of those despaired from salvation

66. Convicted of openly committing "sorrow"
And accused of disturbing tyrants

67. I am the delegate for inaugurating a generation
That procreated in the crowds of buses

68. It fell from the wombs aged
To be cursed by the palms of midwives

69. It grew in inadvertence, in the sterility of nights
And in the barrenness of steps and signs!

70. I give you good tidings of a terrible dragon
That breathed under the roof of families

71. It will refuse your legacy without gratitude
And express your anger without turning back

72. It will dance in a foreign shirt
And stuff its tobacco with indecencies

73. It will come down to its lad to take refuge
To the hungry stray cats of love

74. It will make your fatherhood into bullets
So crime ignites in all directions

75. It will rejoice when Rome gives it
The charity of lust and cans

76. It will be forced out of the horse stable
And expelled from the prayer of minarets

77. Goodbye O “Ibn Abd Allah”, Rome
Distributes our bread at prayer time!

78. Why do you wound the serenity of my despair?
And contrive the calmness of my maps?

79. And invent a window for my soul?
And create a third lung?

80. Your tenderness is the most dangerous of strangers to my heart
And the most dangerous thing in your perturbations and my perturbations!

81. Do I fear you or fear for you from me?
They are two fears: affectionate and watchful

82. I come to you empty of every dream
And full like the hat of the charlatans

83. Of the coward preaching, of songs
Of speeches that devoured my firmness

84. And of the books of "Courage" and "Dictations"
And of the juiciest lies of narrators

85. Of language mummified in margins
On a text for the riddles of grammarians!

86. And of the Sufi cloaks, the tambourines of the shrines
Drums of the shrine, sorcery of the pretenders!

87. Of the love that has no love in it
Of the body prepared for sleep

88. From “al-Naqab”, “al-Jaleel”, “al-Quds”, “Jaffa”
From the “great Nile” to the “Euphrates”

89. Farewell to beauty, to the sun of “August”
When it smiles on the cheek of girls

90. To childhood games, to riddles
To the morning sparrow, to my lilies

91. Farewell to crying in my mother's chest
To Fairouz’s lucid eyes

92. To the taste of orange, to a festive morning
That glittered with colorful clothes

93. To the roof of my childhood, to my mother's chickens
To a horizon as wide as my imagination

94. To the teacher's ruler when it rises up
So the skylarks burst out screaming

95. To my grandmother's wisdom, to my grandfather's cough
To the trees of towering tenderness

96. To the chatter of friendship, to cafés
To a refined outburst of jokes

97. To the sigh of “Umm Kulthum”, “to Shukri”
To the throbbing hearts’ pearls

98. To the stroll of lovers, to the wail of a flute
To the dreams of promiscuous girls

99. To the love nest, to tomorrow when it comes
To thousands of wonderful promises

100. I said farewell to what I bid farewell from myself
To give birth from the ashes of wishes

101. I will suckle writing while it’s virgin
And contrive truths, matrons

102. And I will await the Day of Judgment calmly
Alone under the roof of my tents!