1. I am an illusion that sees my state without a state
And a dead idea, rather a thought that came to mind

2. I look to myself, so I do not find anything but a specter
Broken, wrapped in rough shrouds

3. It shakes like a confused feather on a string
With disrupted melody in laughter and howling

4. The events of fate assail me
My heart, mind, loved ones and thoughts

5. And your incense makes me dizzy, so
My soul throws down my incense and hopes

6. My fluttering heart is like a fleeing gazelle
So I protect it with an exposed heart

7. Fantasies and memories come over me
And memories of my bygone, empty youth

8. Worries come and faith leaves me
Oh my confusion between my declines and rises

9. My agony and the hopes of life are passing
Victims of negligence and disregard

10. And my regret and the sorrow of fate revive me
And the soul moves from one state to another

11. The people, what are people, what is the meaning of their existence?
What is my business with people in this lowly life?

12. They have foolish delusions
That seem in the evil of a wrapped robe

13. Among their foolishness, that if one moves through a path
The thinker's mind distributed between saying and speaking

14. They reckon me crazy, amazed by it
And I am nothing but the style of the high poet

15. With the eye of imagination I see poetry
From an angle that the worshiper of money does not see

16. And my madness is just that I am human
Walking among filth and swamps

17. With my eyes I see winged ghosts
At night, wings that seem like tails

18. I look to them, but do not find a trace
So I am reassured by my night and worries

19. Until my fantasies flew into the air
And embraced the calamities of eternity in the world

20. I saw the ghosts of my night appear as images
Of ghosts in thousands of forms

21. Slinking in the courtyards of the forest, dancing
To faint, obscure, mumbled music

22. And filling the air with howls and growls
As if it were the bellow of a snarling wolf

23. Sometimes appearing in the form of humming
And sometimes appearing in the color of gravel

24. And sometimes disappearing from my sight, so I see
In them, ghosts of my pain and hopes

25. So I turned without fear or tremors
Shouting amidst my imaginations and howling

26. Oh my bliss, and the darkness of night hides me
From the people, so I live amongst the bushes

27. Ghosts of my night, come to me, I am a specter
In my forms and states like you

28. I live resembling you, a specter amongst fantasies
Of air, water and chain

29. And of terrifying groans and wailings
And of tears, sighs and howling

30. And of aloofness from the world and defiance
And of yearning to break shackles

31. As if I and the blackness of night that immerses me
Were amidst dense, deep sleep in the lap of slopes

32. Or a piece of flaming brass in ashes
Resembling rough shrouds

33. Ghosts of my night, enough! My soul is tormented
And my words and deeds have become clear

34. Ghosts of my night, I openly see myself
As I see you enduring the evil of horrors

35. Ghosts of my night, why are you silent?
Do you mock my pain and words?

36. Ghosts of my night, my confiding and passion
Have become infatuated with your idol since generations

37. Ghosts of my night, to you this poetry from a specter
Who aspires to you with pride and glory