1. Awaken a poet in me to sing,
I have lost, O damsel of the garden, my tune.

2. And prepare for others wine and drink,
For I have shattered my cup and vat.

3. One of the pages of life has folded,
Between worries and sorrow thirty and one.

4. The apparition has fled and has vanished,
A glance in the darkness visiting my eyelids.

5. A dream like the smile of an infant, fleeting,
Of my wishes I have sold for loss and fraud.

6. Ask me of life, and grey hair will answer you
About the death of youth within me.

7. And read these wrinkles in the face,
They will tell you the facts about me.

8. My soul clung to life as a child
When nature's hand formed my branch.

9. Then I found it seeking escape
When youth passed through its prison.

10. Yesterday it was like a butterfly in the garden
Loving beauty in every art.

11. Today it has become like spiders
Weaving death with pillows and buildings.

12. O damsel of the garden, do not prolong my rebuke,
Leave me entrusted with my account.

13. Let me chase fanciful hope,
That I might see it behind the clouds.

14. What lessons have we gained
After the effort of minds and nerves?

15. We befriend serenity in darkness as if
We have gazed upon limpid nectar.

16. And we see the enchanting reveler at night
For an hour that flies by a book.

17. Then we came with deficiencies in measures
And the system of life is shabby and torn.

18. So the fist of youth is illusion
And lifetime is a pile of dust.

19. I understood the purpose of what we saw yesterday
As a child playing with peers.

20. And we lost without losing anything
Except shadows of stale traditions.

21. So we are on the road traversing the desert
As the sun spills its saliva.

22. Sometimes worshipping temples blindly
And other times circling idols.

23. O damsel of the garden, do not raise with your coquetry
Adversities of my suppressed chronic pain.

24. Leave these caravans passing
In the darkness of night without guide.

25. They are like the stars knowing no purpose,
Unaware of the time or destination.

26. Except the stars give guidance in the night,
While they roam aimlessly chaotic .

27. They swam in fantasy and the night clothed
The evil in them however it dressed.

28. They refused to answer the voice of purpose,
Or listen to the call for crying.

29. They are at sea and the ship is at the mercy of waves
If only there was a captain in the ship.

30. They settled for little in dire poverty,
And spent the night with minimal food.

31. Around them in illusion they built
Castles they imagined towering structures.

32. Deceived by yesterday and the affliction to come,
With its detestable imagination.

33. So they went on seeking praise arbitrarily
And proclaiming false attributes.

34. O damsel of the garden, in my heart there is a disease
You could not bear even for an hour.

35. It is enough of the pitfalls of fate that
Each day I see my heart torn apart.

36. Between my fading past and today there is war
With endless worries and conflicts.

37. It is an oddity of life that I complain
Each moment of newfound troubles.

38. Those who mastered hypocrisy have won
In the market of wishes and desires.

39. The cowardly of souls except their screaming
They have made courage in their nature.

40. And we lost because we did not know
The language of wolves or learn their nature.

41. Some souls preoccupied with pleasures of life,
While others next to them their tools.

42. O damsel of the garden, I see no tune for me
Except this one whose listening I prolonged.

43. In my core there is a conflict
Leave it be, and do not prolong its struggle.