1. O spring, we longed for you, O my Lord
O light spirit, welcome, hello

2. Whenever your beautiful smile shines
The earth boasts like a planet

3. And on my ribs lies a slain man
Who would have died were it not for memories of youth

4. How strange, time passes and returns
While my spring has passed and not come back

5. Who can reveal to you the secrets of immortality?
So you avoided decay and were not slain

6. Or is it the earth that seeks eternity?
It knew how to last by moderation

7. So it refused to waste
Its beauty until the Day of Judgment

8. And wore a brilliant garment
With no limit as long as life remains

9. Oh, a garment embroidered with flowers
To be worn every year, never taken off

10. I wish I had some of it
I would water it with my tears

11. What a beautiful pure face of yours
Adorned with dew by the hands of time

12. Many a soul was imprisoned for ages
Like how the lantern of birds is imprisoned

13. It became free after shackles
Feeding on the winds and rocks

14. For it was not created to settle in chains
Nor was it made to be veiled

15. How strange in this world is money
It veiled one of the shining stars

16. O earth’s spring, O excellent company
For souls that have only worries

17. Wherever you spread what was folded
And scatter it when the breeze passes

18. Oh lovers, people of passion
Mixed in the universe to watch the stars

19. Their sustenance was divided before the cradles
They stood in every house in rags

20. They kept the covenants for the people in this world
But keeping them did not benefit

21. Perfume, O flowers, the trains of the winds
If they blow over the thickets

22. Entrust them whenever dawn appears
With scent to suffice me instead of my books

23. My life became exile and plucking
And communing and grazing on comets

24. So when dawn’s pillar appears
After a night like a spotted raven

25. I say to myself while sleep has barriers
Or even exile in my bed

26. If it were not for memories of my youth
I would say, O soul, if you wish, then go

27. But whenever the morning breeze blows
It revives my heart with a good memory

28. I do not care if I reside in the west
As long as the sun of purpose has not set

29. For one’s life in this existence
Is the soul’s desire, awake or asleep

30. And my crying for the first ones, shrouded
Is like my mourning for the first ones who were with me