1. If you ask, my answer about you is my reply
Or if you reproach, my sins towards you are my words

2. No roses, except what you planted in my garden
No morning, unless you stood at my door

3. No perfume, except what you breathed into my soul
No poetry, unless you composed my book

4. In you is my waiting, my death, and my purpose
And your love since we were the harvest of grapes

5. Since you were the melody of spring in my throbbing
And the evening swooned with the aroma of perfumes

6. And time went by, and the worldly life from my seclusion
And the sun and the moons from my peers

7. And an intoxicated nightingale sang drunkenly
Singing in my blood and kindling the embers of my youth

8. Since you were the mother of radiance to my dawns
And darkness melted before my splendor and drink

9. And visions and secrets embraced within me, a blossom
Whose knocking throbbed when it interlaced with my clouds

10. So the inspirations of sanctuaries leaked some of the revelations of my shrines
And purity and revelation clad my clothes

11. So you are my lofty generosity in love
And you are my passion for intimacy, my captor

12. And you are my honest dawn to the truth
And you are my abundance in the mirage of my desert

13. Your lips are my drink and the liveliness of my reverie
And with your sealed cup my morning drink is sweet

14. The balconies of my paradise are your eyes, and longing
And ecstasy is all the rapture in the eyelids

15. And the two soft fragrances shared
My fervor, and marked the door of my youth

16. So they are two ponds of bliss and melodies
And two moons of marvel and wonders

17. In their embrace my estrangement rested
And my expatriation in your generosity is my reward

18. If you come to me yearning
Or I imagined, my longing in your presence drew me near

19. Then I am the perplexed one in your love, my guide
Astray, and my sin towards you is my vision of right

20. And I am the one writhing in your letters, sighing
Sluggish, and wakeful in the conscience of mist

21. And I am the one cast off by your awe, chilled
So your lighted composure is my awe

22. And I am the slain one, and the one with bloodties from my blood
Bloodstained, so all my veins are saturated

23. And I am the one suspended in your conscience like a whiff
Distracted, echoing in the presence of my absence

24. I confess the concealed passion to you
So will it be the wedding of my goddess, and my worship?

25. Or will you desecrate my craving with its silence
So you confess about me, my tears and torment?!

26. If I was, I was, and the garden of my thoughts
Was verdant with the melody of your perfumed drink

27. Or I confessed, I confessed, and my soul’s anthems
Became the orchards of visions from my forest

28. And if you are silent, then a limbo, and a sip
From the honey of your lips, my resurrection and refuge

29. You are the lover - I never hid my youth
And the articulation of my wound in love betrayed me

30. I never refused a day that I cried for passion’s sake
Or that the talk of my love in life was a disgrace

31. So if you ask, here is my book of love
My bleeding, my letters, my burning, my cups

32. Trustworthy, and my answer about you is my reply!