1. O love, you are the secret of my affliction,
My worries, my fear, and my toil,

2. My sorrow, my tears, my torment,
My illness, my agony, and my misery.

3. O love, you are the secret of my being,
My life, my honor, and my refusal,

4. My ray between the darkness of my time,
My friend, my comfort, and my hope.

5. O solace of the heart, O poison of my soul,
In my life, O my power, O my relief,

6. Is it a raging fire in the garden of the soul
That overflows, or are you the light of the sky?

7. O love, I have drunk cups of sadness because of you
And gained nothing I sought,

8. So by the right of beauty, O love,
Be kind to me and lighten my affliction.

9. I wish I knew, O love, tell me,
Was I created from darkness or light?

10. O poetry, you are the mouth of feelings
And the scream of the sorrowful soul.

11. O poetry, you are the echo of the crying heart
And the strange pouring of pain.

12. O poetry, you are tears
That clung to the eyelids of life.

13. O poetry, you are blood
That burst out of the wounds of existence.

14. O poetry, my heart, as you know, is miserable,
In it are bleeding wounds that drip blood

15. From their caves.
The bread of bitter life froze on its lips,

16. So it is the miserable one that melts it
With the wailing of miserable hearts.

17. It always wails painfully
Among hollow wishes,

18. Like a warbling nightingale
Among withering flowers.

19. I wished it would be comforted and consoled it abundantly,
But it refused and did not heed my words, so I was of no use.

20. I said, have patience, O heart,
Do not cease your crying,

21. For when life dons endurance,
The flames of passion vanish.

22. O heart, do not despair before
The stubbornness of the merciless time,

23. For if you cry out in pain,
The ages will mock your scream.

24. O heart, do not be angry at the days,
For the beautiful flower

25. Hears the clamor of storms
Before the melodies of spring.

26. O heart, do not be content with the thorns of despair
Among the flowers,

27. For beyond the pains of life
Is the sweetness of daring hope.

28. O heart, do not shed your tears
Into the sky, lest you regret,

29. For on the smiles of space
Is the harshness of the sarcastic.

30. But my heart, while its sides
Are dripping with tears,

31. Sorrows have raged in it
When those cracks overflowed.

32. It weeps for the distant dream
With unrelenting agony,

33. Warbling like the telephone bells
In the sky, saying to me:

34. Purify your sorrows with tears
Empty them and pave their way,

35. For tears do not go to waste,
Be they small or grand.

36. For among the tears are those that rushed out
Sweeping away the husk of life,

37. Throwing to the abyss of existence
All that tyrants build.

38. And among the tears are those that shone
In the darkness like stars,

39. And among the tears are those that rested
The soul from the burden of worries.

40. So have mercy on its misery and console it
For its beautiful dream

41. Has ended its burning sorrows.
O poetry, O inspiration of existence,

42. O language of angels,
Sing for my days cry

43. To the rhythm of your flute.
Echo to the slumber

44. The moans of my fading heart,
And pour in the eyelids of flowers

45. The tears of my bleeding heart,
Perhaps the heart of night

46. Will have more mercy on crying hearts,
And perhaps the eyelid of the flower

47. Will keep flowing tears.
How the hand of sorrow stirred

48. The strings of your singing,
So my sorrows wavered

49. In the tunes of your moan.
How I have shed my tears

50. Until the eyelids were ulcerated,
Then I turned and found no heart

51. That shared my passion with me.
Perhaps the night will have more mercy

52. For it, like me, complains,
And perhaps the flower will protect my tear

53. For it, like me, spills.
The hand of dusk has satisfied

54. Death with terrible silence,
So it became like the depths of caves

55. Without noise or echo.
It comes with the wings of stillness

56. As if it is the mindless night,
But the specter of death is harsh

57. While dusk is kind.
Why is death not gentle

58. On the wailing life,
Be they suffering hearts

59. Or crying hearts alike?
O poetry, was death created

60. Without feeling like the inanimate?
No shiver runs through its hand

61. When the heart greets it.
Have you seen the flowers of spring

62. When their leaves have withered,
So they fled to the bosom of the soil

63. When their passions have ended?
Have you seen the thrush in the branches

64. Singing among the boughs,
But the song froze in its chest

65. When it saw the specter of death?
So it died while the pure

66. Songs of life were overflowing,
And it fell from the branches

67. Among the blossoming flowers.
Have you seen the mother of a child crying

68. For that only child
When the arm of severe death

69. Violently took him?
Have you heard the wailing of the infatuated lover

70. Among the graves, crying for his beloved
At the battlefields of the daring death?

71. The calm of cold patience overflowed
In the depths of existence,

72. When it saw the justice of life
Embraced by the grudging grave.

73. So it flowed in a tune it repeats
To the hearing of ages,

74. The voice of life with a clamor
That races on the edge of seas.

75. O poetry, you are the anthem
Of those charming turbulent waves,

76. Gleaming, smiling,
Dancing, pure,

77. Traveling, clamoring
With life forever,

78. Like the smiling brides of hope
That touch the expansive horizon.

79. Look, the flowers of spring
Have smiled in their sleeves,

80. Yearning for the distant sunset,
Tempted by their dreams.

81. In their hearts is a hope
That stares at those stars,

82. But it is a hope that will be buried
By the tyrants of the elements.

83. So it will close its eyelids
To all the lights of life

84. Where darkness looms
In the atmosphere of your dormancy.

85. Listen, it has whispered
In the ears of life its chirp,

86. The birds of dawn have killed
Its clamor and anthem.

87. O poetry, you are the anthem
Of those smiling flowers,

88. If only I were like the flowers
Silent and still.

89. Life is gloomy,
Flooded with its tears,

90. And the sun was saddened by sorrow
In its rise and decline.

91. So it drank a bitter cup
From the shining sunset,

92. Then it swayed drunk
To the cave of life and did not wake.

93. O poetry, you are its wailing
When it fell into its slumber,

94. O poetry, you are its clamor
In its death and life.

95. Look at the sunset in the sky
Overflowing from those mountains,

96. With its enchanting rays it floods them
With the smiles of beauty.

97. So it stirs in the sad soul
A storm that does not calm,

98. And kindles the tormented heart
A flame that does not die out.

99. O poetry, you are the beauty
Of those charming sunset lights,

100. O whisper of the waves of dusk,
The smiling and wandering.

101. O flute of my beloved dreams,
O companion of my youth,

102. Without you I would die of my agony
And my misery and gloom.

103. In you my soul folded, and in you
I breathed all my feelings,

104. So chime on the peaks of life
With my agony, O my bird.