1. I wander around lovers who are not circles
I saw you as a circle of absence and presence

2. I saw you as populated and lonely dwelling
Approaching and distancing things

3. A place for travelers to rest after travel
Increasing and not perishing over the ages

4. I say as I have stood before you with flowing tears
Unfettered from the hands of an imprisoned heart

5. The musk of clouds flowed over graves
Clinging to their bellies along with their backs

6. Graves into which were deposited forms we knew
Their beauties as trusts in palaces

7. And a questioner who questions me and when
Her conscience does not blame mine

8. She asks me, has the night grown long or no?
And what is a long night to one short?

9. Did you not see me grieve and no nature
Is harder on grieving than the patient

10. My tears come and go at the door of the mausoleum
And rise early in my spirits, at dawn

11. For love of a funeral and love of a grave
I yearn for dirges and tombs

12. This door was frequented by mourner after mourner
Passing by like caravan after caravan

13. Cries of thunder for wishes
Wailers of rain for joys

14. The faces of lightning in which are unveiled
From hanging clouds the curtains

15. And so they clothe the land, time after time
And dress it in silk upon silk

16. With basil and breeze they give it life
And gift it with rivulets and plenty

17. Basil, when its aroma blows
Its fragrance conveys ambergris