1. A traveler, I follow two eyes that preoccupy me
For them I sing, and through them my body is satiated

2. When the night tightens its dark waistbelt
The beautiful one comes with her melodies that distract me

3. The vast expanse becomes too narrow for me, withdrawn into my hands
In worries, with no limit between the Levant and Yemen

4. A turban of the purity of confession I wear
A mantle of the essence of sorrow clothes me

5. I stretch over the horizons, green flames
Two opposites, what is the sin of this heart, O my homeland?

6. I confide and you are my letters and my blood
And you are all that my time brings

7. You pour into my heart so I give birth
And it’s not my sin if milk has gone scarce for my son

8. You and I were created thus, and here
I drank tragedies from you, so drink and be content

9. How much I hoped to come to you triumphant
My sword preceding me by a thousand pledges

10. I nourish and groom a wild pony and a song
As if I were in love “Sword of the son of Yazan”

11. But I came dejected, my she-camel limping
I arrived weeping, wearing my shroud

12. So do not increase my wounds, understand my language
And do not sell as they sold without price

13. Seek in my eyes and read my fatigue
For the most noble people are those who fold over good

14. Give me a jaded heart that is not disturbed
By the worries of existence, and take poetry without longing