1. My heart conceals its love and hides it
Leave it be, for your love has fulfilled its wishes

2. From your soft white palm pours my drink, so refresh me
You are absent from my cup, go on your way and do not return

3. I do not regret that dead love
For a love like yours cannot be equaled

4. Nor do I regret my past and my upbringing
Woe to a heart that is treacherous in the love that deceives it

5. Leave me be and bring, oh beautiful one, my letters
For the darling of sin, his efforts have been thwarted

6. And take this, which yesterday I held
To my burning heart, and I would sacrifice for it

7. In its folds is an image for you
Some tears, and some tears that mute their meanings

8. As for me, oh viper, I have tears from long ago
That the son of my flank has stirred, that I will conceal

9. Oh specter of death, go and hunt
Perhaps the arrow will kill its archer

10. Your affection, oh cupbearer, is a torrent
That resonates loudly, and the alive one is thirsty for it

11. So bring, bring me that bottle and let me drink
One indebted to life like me, to his cupbearer

12. Relieve me, for in my soul are imprisoned melodies
And in my chest is that which, relieve me of forever

13. And oh radiant one, while my cup is in my hand
A lantern for my soul while it wanders lost

14. Shall I leave my cup while my heart is its companion?
Never will the heart forget the favors of its nurturer

15. A thousand greetings to the finest friend
And one like you, from the depths of my heart I salute

16. And I raise my admiration and sincere thanks to him
And my truthful recognition, and I congratulate him

17. And one like you, I present to him this poetry refined
Why not, while you are the meter of its rhymes

18. You sang in the valley, intoxicating its groves
And brought joy to its slopes and set its edges dancing

19. And you went crying dreams in the meadow
So you made weep in springtime its gamblers

20. And you diffused ecstasy and longing, their flowers
To meet the morning and tears filling its streams

21. And how your complaints in the valley woke the nightingale
To share in the plaint, and your fire burns it

22. And how many laments you cried from your living heart
With it you gave life to the dead and awakened what was in them

23. And how many teardrops you sent after teardrops
That touched a wound its pain had forgotten

24. And how many songs of yours delighted the echo
And one like you, Abdullah, whose songs heal

25. Lad of the leaping melodies, giving joy
And you who on the horizon of art your brilliance arose

26. I sacrifice myself, silence has been long and the caravan wanders lost
The power of its guide has vanished since its guide was lost

27. For your Lord's sake, unleash for it melodies stirring
That stir in the heart feeling and kindle it

28. For how I have listened to them, and attaining pearls is hard
Necklaces of them, the valley is proud of its archer

29. Necklaces of them, the brilliant stars have guarded them
And not every diver can attain its treasures

30. My brother, how poetry and thought called me wandering
But I could not, and now I respond to their call

31. So from my heart's abyss, here are some, like soldiers
Winged, and the free poet presents them as a gift