1. No sympathizer around me, no compassion,
Except yearning, the hut, and frustration,

2. The cold, the covered hut, and love,
Around me, my heart, and wounds are companions,

3. And here, darkness prevails over my hut, like
It prevails over the weak, the mighty,

4. So for whom here do I listen? And how? As here
There is only me, silence, and loss of speech,

5. Existence sleeps and the summit of darkness,
Except me, poetry, and longing,

6. Alone here at night, yearning trembles around me,
And the fluttering heart shudders,

7. And behind the hut, a garden has withered,
Its branches collapsed and leaves fallen,

8. As if it is a bier swaying silently
The dream of graves, and expiration storms,

9. Spring forgot its place and life busied
Itself from it and the dawn paled,

10. An Arab wrapped in serenity and darkness,
And beneath its trunks, veins moan,

11. And the night improvises sorrows, so wounds complain
In it, and depths scream,

12. And memories repeat in it and bend,
And love and lovers get lost in it,

13. Yearnings flirt in it and meet,
And the embrace of passion hugs,

14. And under the night people: one's night is
Union, and another's is agony and separation,

15. And love is like living: one's living is
Luxury, and another's is poverty and deprivation,

16. Among people, some have thousands of livelihoods or
Higher, and some have no leaves,

17. This brother of mine is satiated while I have
No right or entitlement to the river,