1. O palm tree, whenever the breeze passes by it
It bends its fronds downwards to greet it

2. And beneath it, my poetry passes by
Wandering, not seeking to be led astray

3. As if it were an idol I came to worship
No whispering confidant moves it

4. I sent the most precious rhymes to greet it
But it was like a rock I pelt with ruby

5. And I circled the palm tree, the splendid, and asked it
Is there a way to the soul I can revive?

6. So it dropped its dates down from above and he fell
To the low ground, gathering dates in his mouth

7. Oh, would that he weren’t alive nor had my eyes seen
Him beautiful with some dates bending him down

8. Tempted by the ephemeral fruit fallen down
Not the most precious fruits of the soul tempt him

9. I went on searching in my world for a wanderer
Whom the food of the soul from the world of soul feeds