1. Bring me, O palm tree, bring me your daughter
May she heal my worries and lighten my grief

2. Bring me my cup, why hesitate? Drink!
It is enough for me in my ordeal, my helper

3. Bring it to me, let me forget my sadness
In it, and leave behind empty dreams

4. And leave the lute, and pour it for me in sorrow
My heart is sick with grief and my lament

5. Though it's forbidden, we are not forbidden
But every low and ignorant one is forbidden

6. In the breast of the anguished a fire burns
Lit by sorrows when we departed

7. My dear one, what way is there to patience?
Tell me, by God is there any way?

8. Did they find peace or fulfill their love?
After them I found no lad who'd grieve for me

9. My love, never will this wound mend
And my sickness has spread, who can heal the sick?

10. My doubts have corrupted my heart
And my faith, alas, has no guarantor

11. Oh you who quenched my heart's thirst, my patience runs thin
And I've become like a madman

12. The song of the waves brought my soul no ease
Nor did the cups of wine bring me peace

13. And the evening breeze has become flames
From my sighs, and brings me no peace

14. Oh shores of the Gulf, you have dampened
My feelings, what do you gain from my despair

15. Besides the smoke of incense always rising
And the sounds of drums and pipes

16. Rise ocean, rise as high as you will and flood
Every corner of the land, wash it away

17. Screech owl, screech, fear nothing
Caw ravens over the hills

18. Scream, oh South wind, in every face
Like a sphinx, blow through the stranger's eyelash

19. Stop, orphaned sun, and pour upon him
A burning drool in the gut of the glutton

20. Come forth, oh ghosts, in the fearful darkness
And haunt the company of sorcerers

21. Dance and blow upon them a poisonous vapor
Oh snakes of malice, you vile...

22. Bite, scorpions of hatred, bite remnants
From my enemy's eaten heart

23. Take, oh poor one, take his soul
And do not refrain on the altar of lazy priests

24. Scatter thorns, oh restless sleep
Upon the bed of the complainer, the bored

25. Wash the soul, oh repentant traitor
With tears, for they are the best cleanser

26. Beat your breast, daughter of chastity
and weep, for God has the heart of all who weep

27. Oh shores of the Gulf, you have shattered
My hopes and burdened the responsible

28. You are the theater of sorrow and misery
And all kinds of torment and torture

29. You wearied me, and my wings are folded
Oh my sadness and confusion and shock

30. My beloved did not settle with me here
Oh prison of every noble prisoner

31. My life is a tale with a single chapter
In you, though it has chapters

32. I played it out on the theater of deprivation
And misery, and my acting has ended

33. In my heart there is sickness, and in my soul what's in it
Grief has ravaged my frail body

34. And in my breast a secret is hidden
I fear for it from my eroded heart

35. Oh if only someone would console me
If I do not die, then after a little while

36. Dig me a grave on the shore of the sea
My friend in my solitude and my rest

37. The world of misery did not suit me
My worries and longings are for the unknown world

38. Oh shores of the Gulf, you have scattered
My dreams, leave me my feelings and desires

39. With you, for love I have
A strong bond of nature and noble character

40. And a brilliant forehead and slender figure
And sleepy eyes and a soft cheek

41. A face like the full moon beaming
Or like the setting sun in eve

42. And a nature more gentle than the smile of dawn
And a soul purer than clear brooks

43. And a charm sweeter than a maiden's dream
In the dawn of her ripening love

44. His love stole into my heart, and it was
Innocent, so it gained acceptance

45. I held it in on that day though no heart
Has borne the burden of my heavy love

46. And the dreams of love I concealed from him
When we feared interpretation

47. And time passed by, oh my wretched luck
My state needs no detailing

48. The path of intimacy was closed and we met
After too long, after talk and rumors

49. I shed tears before him
While he in a sort of shocked silence

50. Sifts the sand, bowed, while I complain
To him of the pains of my terrible affliction

51. Oh, if only his soft saliva were
My tears, and his hair my handkerchief!

52. Oh how my heart thirsts for a tear
Of affection from his drunken eyes!

53. To see tears, the daughters of poetry
In the eyelid of the shy-eyed lad

54. We emerged from our silence and embraced
And kissed and hugged each other

55. And we drank the daughter of the palm, how sweet she was
In the shade of loving union

56. We grew drunk, so I happily sang poetry
While he listened to my sweet-as-honey verse

57. A night whose memories fill my mind
And in the darkness of sorrow is my lamp

58. A night not like the Night of Destiny, but better
And better, by God, than a thousand lives

59. My religion is love, and my prophet my tear
When wakeful, and its revelation my gospel

60. How many silent moments, my friend, have
More magic in their charm than scripture

61. And the tears of lovers are a stream from the cheeks
And poetry that rivals poetry of great men

62. The whispers of lovers in the garden of union
Are a murmur that tempts, not like other murmurs

63. And the fluttering of hearts is a kind of
Glorification upon meeting and rejoicing

64. Oh bride of inspiration, your promised place is the shore
Home of lovers at nightfall

65. So to the meeting place, bring poetry
From the fervor of my pouring tears

66. And my sighing for purpose, and my moaning
It's like my slain faith on its funeral bier

67. And the crying of sorrows in the depth of the soul
And the profound silence of sadness

68. And the wailing of hopes in the darkness of despair
And the gasping of the tortured wretched one

69. Unburden the anguish of the breast with love
So the wine cup may return to my sleepy eyes

70. For the wishes, hopes and dreams of youth are illusion
No youth in his prime is stingy or vile