1. A wave upon the waves of passion crashes
And a tide travels in its extent and sails!

2. And the sea is my days, its horses neighing sadly,
Going disappointed, and joy scattering!

3. All who saw you in the pupils of infatuation
Saw your love, though they did not see!

4. They saw that you are the princess of water
To whom her command gave you stature that cannot be subdued!

5.
The Far Maghreb on her brows

6. Is a rising East, whose beauty is most splendid!

7. From her falcon’s nest to the grass of antes
Are two thighs, which the greatest charms have protected!

8.
And upon the gannets of her knees fluttered

9. My life’s yearnings, and the marble flowed!

10. And she has upon the horizon of time a kindling
And upon the horizon of space a stumbling!

11. History dissipates in her plains
And if she wills, it is an obedient slave!

12.
I bloomed in spite of the soil with my prairies,

13. It called out to it, and its essence is a green dawn!

14. To wrap it in the warmth of palms
The fronds of origin stretch out their arms and scatter!

15.
Her torches of passion forget the Sufi,

16. Or the floral presence awakens!
It knew the downpour of fate from her shoulders

17. So she watered it, neither waking nor drunk!
O woman who carried the "time of intimacy", a child,

18. Where is the estrangement from you?!
You left me prey to poems and visions

19. Tossed about, passed around, scattered!
I sigh after you in your burial, and I bend,

20. So perplexed by my love, wandering!
That one who thirsted for you has quenched you, and

21. Eternity has ended, and the water is hidden meaning!
Does my love for you remain an ember

22. In the soul, hiding at times or appearing?!
How often I said, and the air was soft

23. White clouds, and a blond wing carried us:
“O palm tree of God whose wetness

24. Is the moisture of life and its shade that protects!”
“Shake my trunk, I am hungry for you,

25. And your falling is a galaxy curling up!”
“I give you my banners, a sail of my blood,

26. And its threads run down from my core!”
“A touch of its cloudiness from it seduces you

27. In which that splendid brilliance roams!”
“And take by the necks the slogans that

28. Bit my body, a nation unaware!”
This is Palestine, the longest lie

29. Its history Arabs say and disbelieve!
And Muslims are prayer beads and censers

30. Nations over there, how much they sleep and growl!
Baghdad in the "film of Arabism" was burned

31. And the directors were "it commands you" and "it circles"!
And the Bedouins were impudent.. America on

32. their shoulders farting.. and the collaboration appeared!
The suckling her teat.. were they surprised?

33. For the “civilization of cows” from them is cow-like!
Shake to you its trunk, the dawn gives birth

34. To two children: a child in elation prevails
And the other child in my mind

35. From a thousand years the idea does not grow old!
O you, o we, and what remains on

36. The palm of time with our ritual, o white!
I know you are in labor, while your loved ones

37. Around you, mocking, or denying!
I know you are free, and captive,

38. And the masses all are captive to you!
I know the plunge of the steed if it grew up

39. Or the fluttering of the heart about to break!
And you knew that your heart is obedient,

40. More precious to me than the most precious, and most tender!
But the title of femininity is sunny,

41. Always, and the title of masculinity is eclipsed!
The title of your moments is the battler of my core,

42. If it were other than me—and misery is typical!
That one who killed your heart perfected

43. Her killer, and for each a source!
So free yourself from me, for I began with you,

44. And forgive my love, for the like of you forgives!
None reads the eloquent text except one

45. Who lives motherhood—every mother is patient!
And I am here, marked with its whiteness,

46. The face of dawn, with its book seeing!
Do not regret, do not dream, and welcome

47. My evening, and the door of promise is fruitful morning!
You know what my watch hands read

48. On your fading face, and a chilling yellowness?
Two verses which vagueness wrapped in my worry,

49. Moaned, and this universe is a generous night:
“If you have no pleasure in yourself from love

50. Then your healer is death, which you do not warn!”
“If not for the blood of death in the core of life

51. The lifeless wasteland would not be fertile!”
O cloud of the final season, wait

52. For our lips are from your fountain!
The passionate memory crumbles in my palm

53. So I smell stars from it breaking free!
The weaver of my memories wove a radiance

54. In which epochs collapse!
She passes through me excitedly in her audacity