1. With fluttering wings,
Memory pours it and folds it.

2. As if it, while fluttering above the branch,
Is the throbbing heart that passion has ignited in it.

3. It saw spring after autumn had destroyed it,
Among the birds, like a corpse among its family.

4. So it began sending dying moans
To the sky, complaining of its torment.

5. Neither the meadows delighted it, nor the thickets with their jasmine,
Nor its brides drunk with joy entertaining it.

6. Its gaze wanders over it and lingers silently,
Then its mirror comes to it and makes it weep.

7. What did it see but scattered twigs
Over debris that showed its hopes?

8. Autumn's screams terrify it,
And the winds roar from all directions.

9. Bewildered, it remains confused like an accused
Who committed no crime and whose lawyer failed.

10. The past peeks at it from a crevice,
While the present haunts it with ghosts of its past.

11. It longs for them as a sick man longs, but still
No remedy has come yet to its eyes.

12. So it continues wailing like an orphan who saw
A breast, and cried out, where is the milk in it?

13. And if it sleeps, dreams play with it mischievously,
Sometimes drawing near and sometimes avoiding it.

14. And how many images behind them appeared to it
Where spring parades in its prime.

15. So it wakes up - no blossoming branches,
No nightingale confiding to it.

16. It pours out a melody in choking sobs,
Oh how cruel are its nights!

17. Winter departed, and spring came with its bulbul,
And March approached with good tidings consoling it.

18. The dawn breezes came, panting
And kissing it passionately, healing it.

19. The garden welcomed its poet with perfumes,
And flocks of birds came to congratulate it.

20. Where is David compared to its singing thrushes,
And where is the temple compared to its melodious tones?

21. Sparrows vie from branch to branch,
And the smile of dawn seduces it to sing.

22. It pours forth verses it recites
Inspired by April, the strings making it flow.

23. The soul ardently craves its music in joy,
And the heart sips dreams of its meanings.

24. When it sends it forth, you almost hear
The beating of its fluttering heart, passion scorching it.

25. You glimpse art in its singing world,
And drink magic wine in its melodies.

26. Drunk, it dances happily above the meadow,
As the leaves call one another to play with it.

27. Dawn is its wine that appears at dawn,
And the meadow is its beloved, the nest its friend.

28. It fluttered joyfully over the roses and basil,
Its dreams making its songs gentle.

29. Spring sang tenderly to it while it hopped,
Like a child when its nanny lulls it.

30. Leave it to nature's pampering,
Leave it to sing and water it.

31. Leave it and its chicks happily in the nest
To be close to it, gentle, let it lull it.