1. And flowed into the expanse, water and more
This warmth is from the strike of flint

2. This passion is the remnants of ignition
These barren citadels in their rock

3. The steeds of guidance danced for jihad
From their depths the horizon arose chanting

4. And the horizon lent an attentive ear...and remembered
The desert turned green, and poured from

5. Its yellow dunes the face of the steed
And the pulse of water shook off its stillness

6. The rock became fertile and the inanimate flowed
These black citadels from their splendor

7. A history awakened and slumber was disturbed
Why are they black when revelation in

8. Their bosoms whitens from it the darkness
And their lovers like the bright dawn

9. From a passionately devoted one who died...and was lost
What is this darkness...what is its secret

10. Like an eyelid which the sleepy one covers?
Did the sun mature it yearning for it

11. Or were calamities folded into it?
A question that kills me

12. And poetry is the sweetest thing I have to resist!
O you whose letter surges in its horizon

13. Not everyone who strives attains what he wants
You looked blind without insight

14. With an eyelid that confused...and half-convinced
And a fluttering that trembles in its fluttering

15. As if it were a market with thousands bidding
You brought out the guide but since his day

16. I dressed history in the garb of mourning