1. O you who sing blissfully here
Full of the joy of your delighted heart

2. Roaming among the beauties, following
The enchanting, fascinated spring quarter

3. Sing! For in those meadows violets
Yearn for you with a visible gaze

4. Sing! For in my heart I have affection for you
But the affection of an imprisoned bird

5. The doves’ flocks deserted him and the
Genies of delusion set upon his torment

6. Sing and do not frighten me, I am like the birds
In my passion and conscience

7. But the soil has dimmed my glimmers
And I remained like the broken nightingale

8. I intone the tunes of sorrow and grief
Infused with my emotions and feelings

9. Sing and pay no heed to my heart, it is
Like the shattered abandoned tune

10. Chant to the spring’s ear its hymn
And pour out the abundance of your enraptured heart

11. And sing the hymns of beauty, for they are
The spirit of existence and solace for the oppressed

12. I am a singing, chanting bird
But with the voice of my gloom and sighing

13. The birds' voices delight me, for they
Flow with warmth and purity

14. There is nothing among people's existence
That satisfies or gladdens my heart or conscience

15. And when I listen to their talk, I find it
Nonsense overflowing with vulgarity and lassitude

16. And when I attend their crowds, I find myself
Among them like an imprisoned nightingale

17. Isolated with my emotions, feelings
Thoughts, sorrows and joys

18. The discomforts of life seize me as if
I am set apart from them like a rock and boulders

19. And if I stay silent they frown, and if I speak
They resent my ideas and feelings

20. Alas for the people I have tried
And found bitter in my solitude and captivity

21. There is not one among them except wicked traitors
Waiting to harm people in the worst fate

22. And wishing to possess all existence
And cast humanity into raging inferno

23. To satisfy his insatiable greed
And quell the darkness of his condemned heart

24. And when I enter the countryside, my thoughts
Flutter on the slopes of the mountains

25. Where nature is sweet and alluring
Swaying between coquetry and revelation

26. What do I want from the city as it is drowning
In the blood of the wronged poured out

27. What do I want from the city as it does not
Mourn the voice of the suffering oppressed

28. What do I want from the city as it does not
Care for any but the unjust wicked

29. What do I want from the city as it is a haven
For every depravity and immorality

30. O you who sing blissfully here
Full of the joy of your delighted heart

31. Kiss the spring’s flowers and sing them
The laughing delighted morning has blossomed

32. And drink from the beautiful twisting stream
Between pine grove and brook

33. And leave the dawn’s tears on its leaves
Until the bride of light moistens them

34. For they may have been a rising moan
In the night from an oppressed sufferer

35. The morning eyelids shed them as tears
Scattered in a pine grove and flowers