1. You, oh poetry, are a piece of my heart
Singing, and a part of my being

2. In you is what is in my wings of yearning
Eternal, for the core of existence

3. In you is what is in my thoughts of crying
In you is what is in my feelings of chanting

4. In you is what is in my emotions of stars
That don't sing, and fleeting happiness

5. In you is what is in my worlds of darkness
Eternal, and of a nascent dawn

6. In you is what is in my worlds of haze
Mirage, wakefulness, and fervor

7. In you is what is in my childhood of peace
Smiles, bliss, and joy

8. In you is what is in my youth of yearning
Melancholy, rapture, and bleakness

9. In you, if spring embraces my heart
My stalks and roses twist

10. And the morning sings the song of love
To the hearing of happy youth

11. Then I reap in the magic of my dreams
What is most delightful from the fruits of eternity

12. In you my soul's autumn seems dejected
Pale, bare and faded

13. Life has clad it with everlasting sorrow
And cloaked it with black clouds

14. In you walks the winter of my days
Weeping, with my lightnings and thunders raging

15. And the flowers dry up in my grieving heart
Plunging into a distant stillness

16. You, oh poetry, are a tale of my life
You, oh poetry, are a portrait of my being

17. You, oh poetry, are my trills of joy
And my oud's song when sadness strums

18. You, oh poetry, are a cup of wondrous wine
I am entertained with through times of solitude

19. I sip it in the morn, to forget
What was decreed in my lost yesterday

20. And whisper to it at night, to distract me
From tomorrow's happy dawn

21. You are what I attained from the caves of nights
And perused from the book of eternity

22. In you is what exists in being of dark fervor
And what is in it of distant light

23. In you is what exists in being of sweet melody
And what is in it of loud clamor

24. In you is what exists in being of mountain and plain
And what is in it of low and lofty

25. In you is what exists in being of tender affection
And what is in it of withering roses

26. In you is what exists in being, did earth's people love
My poem or did they not love my poem

27. It matters not to the birds if the dirge of gloom sang
Or the cry of joy

28. It matters not to the stars if the stillness of night shone
Or the lashing of thunder

29. It matters not to the breeze, does it sing in the grave
Or amidst the blowing roses

30. It matters not to the roses if they bloomed in passion
Or between a bosom and hand