1. For whom shall I weave poetry scented with whispers?
If not for eyes like yours, oh "Arwa"!

2. If not for chamomile, roses, dew,
For the beats of my heart, letters, for my love?

3. The horizon seems narrow in my eyes, my little one,
And when I see your eyes, I leave it delirious

4. Sorrows besiege me from all sides
And for the sake of this face I swallow my complaints!

5. In children’s dreams I see an army of passion
And one like me against the “army of youth” has no might

6. I see the world around me dawns and joy
A hymn sings to me, filling me with rapture

7. I read the secrets of childhood, seeking
An answer but cannot grasp the meaning

8. The innocence of childhood remains in my blood
Poems that beg to be narrated when they are quenched

9. How the world grinds innocent hearts
And plants in their plains sorrow and yearning

10. But my heart in passion is a poet’s heart
When it senses longings, it overlooks them absentmindedly