1. My heart, accustomed to stillness.. bids it farewell
Alive tomorrow.. after youth.. its patches

2. Resembling the lute.. its moaning became
A rhythm of longing, while the ribs provoke it

3. The wailing of the melodies that my poetry's Ziryab
Sang with.. its tears and torment

4. And the dancing maidens of meanings.. its pulse
And the dreaming of melodies.. its twisting

5. Bestow upon the one who sang and brought comfort.. granting
A kingdom.. enjoying all pleasures.. I bring together

6. My heart that loves you I honor with love
But if it accepts disgrace.. I will cast it off