1. It is a melody I have repeated for ages
And spent my life repeating it

2. Complaining of the love that broke me
When it turned to estrangement

3. I do not waste my days gathering
In a heart that gets accustomed to memories

4. That cries over the past, after
The strokes of night have veiled it

5. I fell in love but if after
It returns again

6. The heart followed fantasies and went
Not guided by land or sea

7. So what was sincere consolation
For the soul becomes like that

8. I did not prefer anything new nor
Did I leave any trace of my blood in it

9. And my blood was sought by the old one without
Any reproach that it is more deserving

10. O Hind tell me it was growing
And drank your beauty drinking the raindrops

11. It opened its eyelids to the gardens
And saw you in its horizons like a full moon

12. So its life passed by you and when
You were far from it, it wilted in defeat

13. Who can I have my hopes in while you
Make my heart taste ease and difficulty

14. So in your absence I see every disaster
And when you are near, mankind and humanity

15. The forest is consoled by birds, but if
They are silent, it stirs fear and panic

16. And this night, its adornment is that star
If it disappears, it unveils sorrow

17. I gave you all beauty as a gift
And my love increased your beauty and abundance

18. O beauty of that radiant face
And those smiling lips

19. You captured my thoughts when they wandered
Above beauties and wore my mind

20. This is your brilliance, its color is like
The light of dawn rippling through the dawn

21. No blemish in it over your beauty when
He who gave took, and I did not notice

22. So my thoughts are not motivated
Except by your sublime, eminent beauty

23. This and that are two mysteries that hid
A secret motivating a secret

24. My senses stopped at you so they became
Like a breeze playing with a flower

25. And I gave you my passions and I see
These rays inhabiting the desert

26. O Hind, how much I struggled for you and you
Only gave me sorrow in return

27. I hoped for the ethics of love but indeed
It misguided me and love became a stranger

28. Who dares disobey his Lord, and I see
O Hind, patience is the most beautiful thing I see