1. For whom do I pluck the exhausted lute
And sing, though my singing has no end?

2. And end the beautiful, wondrous singing
Just so I can start one yet more fair

3. I called upon silence here, all alone
As my imagination crossed eternity

4. So I recollect the past from its grave
And yearn for tomorrow before it's born

5. And make the sands bloom with wishes
Flowers, and make the frozen speak

6. Sometimes I call but no one answers
Other times I answer with no caller

7. And I cry, but the crying of birds
Who call me the singing poet

8. For whom do I play the tear a gentle tune
Like the magic of youth or the smile of guidance?

9. For your eyes my lute sang
And made it speak the eternal melody

10. I sing you alone as despair's shadow
Is before me and behind like a specter of loss

11. And I sing of remembering you, though you never asked
For whom is this singing or who has sung?

12. As if we'd never met and love
Pampers our eternal history

13. And my love sings you in the most beautiful tones
Bringing color to your cheeks in response

14. And we walk like carefree children
Not bothered by what time has mended or ruined

15. And we frolic as if we owned existence
And it was ours before it came to be

16. Our playground is a stream of fragrance
That sings when touched by our steps

17. And our joys are like the lips of flowers
Whispering kisses of dew

18. I almost gather our days of meeting
And kiss them scene by scene

19. And pull out the birth of our history
And wrap myself in the cradle and birth

20. And remember how we met there
And how we arrived at our tryst early

21. And how we parted against our will?
We put it: and it was lost in vain

22. We broke the cups and were not sated
And I reached for them again

23. And fool my longing with fantasy
As dreams deceive the sleepy

24. I yearn so I feed on memories of our meeting
Hoping through them to find bliss

25. And pluck the choicest from its imagination
As the fanciful pluck the stars

26. Do you know where we planted wishes?
And how they melted before harvested?

27. I remembered and was confused by memories
And their wandering shadows baffled me

28. If I say: How did our love end?
The question answers: How did it start?

29. So I bowed my head to swallow the remains of tears
As my tears were about to run out

30. And I cry for your fragrant seasons
And days still green and small

31. Whoever misses prosperity in his day
Regrets the most prosperous past

32. I complain to my fate that I
Relate here the most woeful part

33. My misery that luck draws swords
And I complain but find no bliss

34. And I suffer, and the envious suffer with me
Though I never gained what inspires envy

35. Why do they hate me! I have found
Nothing but what pleases the fiercest foe!

36. My life is torment and a sad song
So will my torment and song have no end?