1. (To the spirit of my friend, Dr. Mohammed Yusuf Barmawi)
Oh my inspirer, in my blood there is rainy weather for moments

2. And for meetings a face whose color is yellow
And for corridors, enveloping silence and a folded hand

3. And a throbbing heart full of boredom
And for the windows and walls, restlessness

4. So how can stone come out of its statute?
Where do I start? My sorrow has no end

5. And the greatest sorrow is a sorrow that can't be summarized
Where? My language is of no use, nor my pen

6. The subject and predicate got mixed up in confusion
I'm here at "Zahran" a dreary song

7. That the chord avoids its taste
I'm here, oh fellow traveler, a strangled rhyme

8. Choked, little, absorbed by the night
Neither does poetry bloom in my palm to scatter it

9. As flowers, nor am I hopeless of it to apologize
I still travel in my night, my worries journey with me

10. And does sorrow ever transcend traveling?
I'm here, "the kiss of lovers", my blood filled with it

11. And you alone in it came to perform Umrah
My city, O Abu "Paradise", is extinguished

12. The lanterns in its neighborhoods left no trace
I remembered the language of piety and it deserves

13. When the generous travels, he is awaited
I wander reading in its walls burning

14. Yearning, and hearts burning for you
I see the stones bleeding sorrow

15. No speck melted in my eyes nor became blind
But it's the fruit of love you planted

16. Your right hand prospered, and the planting and rain prospered
And most who give their love today

17. Did not reap, the Merciful knows what they planted
And you, love springs from you embracing

18. And most love is thorns without fruit
You traveled, oh my inspirer, so the abode is a resort

19. For the knocker of passion, its trunk succumbed to decay
"Mother of villages" your eyes follow asking

20. Its crazy throbbing heart almost rupturing
And you are who you are, poetry itself

21. And the most eloquent poetry, its words are embers
This is your decree, oh my Lord, and You of it

22. Are more knowing, and Your servant knows it's fate
And I believe in You my Lord in fate, even if

23. I transgressed, forgive me, oh my God, I'm only human