1. In the gloom of the fearful night,
And the atmosphere dreaming of the coming dawn,

2. And the mad, raving wind, and the darkness on the horizon,
Apparitions of listening,

3. And meteors - suspended dreams,
On the eyelids of a statue of darkness,

4. And the specter pounding into the stillness,
As delusions pound into doubts.

5. The mute darkness stammers with visions,
Like the choked man stammers with words.

6. In that fearful night a young man passed by,
Restless in his clothes, frightened in his steps.

7. He walks looking behind and in front of him
With the look of a coward toward a raging enemy.

8. And he sees the ridges if he turns or makes a sound,
And he feels echoes without voices.

9. And he asks himself again what frightened me?
What did I feel? And where is my composure?

10. What frightens me, I the man of the journeys?
And I, the friend of night and the wilds?

11. Is my night different from other nights? Or am I
Different from myself... I almost deny my own self now!

12. Where is the dawn and where is my village from me?
And terror is ahead of me and in my glances.

13. And there appeared to the frightened man a gang,
Demonic in their sudden glimpses.

14. Disheveled like the People of the Cave, except
There is savagery of lusts in their glances.

15. And that gang flipped around the young man,
As if disfiguring him with their stares.

16. They imagined the "money bag" so their
Greed sparked in their rapacious eyes.

17. And brutality stirred in them as tremors stir
In the mountain peaks.

18. And evil brewed in them so they attacked
That young man with blows and stabs.

19. So he drew his dagger and alone
Repelled the savagery of their leaps with leaps.

20. And that gang looked around it
And in delusion saw the shadow of thieves.

21. So there they fled in disarray,
Cursed in spirits and actions.

22. And they collided with each other as
Machines collide with machines.

23. And the young man fell between wounds like a minaret
Calling the times for help with moans.

24. His soul wavered between death and half a life
In the throes of agony.

25. And he sprawled on the road and his wounds
Bled while his face yellowed like the dead.

26. And pains gathered in him, and gashes
Burned in him like embers.

27. And when he tried to get up, his wounds
Yawned in him with the yawns of snakes.

28. And to the right of the road, a shack whose
Misfortunes meet with misfortunes in its chest.

29. A mile away from the palaces, yet how
Near is the place and far the mercies!

30. He complains to its neighbors but they are deafened
From him by the clamor of bombings and pleasures.

31. A shack, if the night breeze stirs it,
It signals its residents with tremors.

32. "The years of Joseph" are its age and its wall,
Bent for eternity by the years.

33. In it are an old woman, her daughter and her son
Remembering the sources of livelihood.

34. The field is barren, parched, and its sky
Is sober, appearing like a mirror's surface.

35. And the rich - do their hearts soften?
No! They are harder than boulders.

36. And they whispered in silence, then noticed
A specter calling out silence with moans.

37. And there was an anxious young man hiding
Under bloody, fluttering wounds.

38. So the three of them went to him and leaned
Over the guest with tears and laments.

39. And he told them the story of the gang, that it
Had blocked his way with attacks.

40. And rage boiled in him so he repelled them
And they hid in the night like insects.

41. The shack girl approached, wiping his face,
And soothing the wounds with prayers.

42. And her hands were stained with his blood - she
Smells in it the most fragrant scents.

43. And she sees in him what she knows not - does she see
The secret of fate? Or a verse of verses?

44. For the wounds fell asleep in him, and he recovered
And regained a life that was almost lost.

45. And before him the beautiful girl, all
Spirit heavenly and ritual purity.

46. Temptation resonates in her words
Like the resonance of strings with melodies.

47. The wounded one fell asleep in tranquility and the eyelids
Of those around him closed in a swoon.

48. And the shack, burning in agony, awaited
Good news to float to it like flowers.

49. And the night, a prisoner statue, praying
To break its shackles at the sculptor's hand.

50. Then a redness appeared in the darkness, as if
Curses of hatred on the faces of tyrants.

51. And sorcery sneaked upon the plateau
Like a dream between alertness and slumber.

52. Dew! Strewing its fragrance in the land
And sprinkling the dawn’s path with breezes.

53. And enchanted rays poured over the lofty mountain
As if it were a king shaking dawn like banners.

54. It lifted its forehead to the heights so lights
Tossed in its head like waves.

55. And it climbed the distant horizon in its loftiness
Where you see its turban of halos.

56. And rosy smiles glittered over the slopes
Pink of breath and smiles.

57. And the tide of dawn poured as if
It were the flame of prophecy in the hands of guides.

58. And it invaded the roads so their bandits
Fled, their faces blushing from the slaps.

59. And that gang shouted: What do I see?
Are these shining lands my enemies?

60. Where is escape? And where can I seek refuge,
And the light emanates from all sides?

61. How to flee when I have no cave or path -
Oh my misery! Oh the evil of my death!

62. And the shack people awoke when specks
Flickered into their sight with flashes.

63. So the three approached to see their wounded one -
And there was the young man in the joy of bliss!

64. He shook off sleep and his wounds gripped him,
And he greeted the world with strong will.

65. And he threw some money into the hand of the boy and his mother,
With a blessing prayer.

66. And he poured into the hand of the girl, and said:
“Najwa”, take the choice of weddings, and come!

67. And he folded his wounds, and went to lead the years,
And give good news to the shacks of bounties.

68. And he leads a history, and his steps plant
A dawn that illuminates the paths of leaders.

69. The morning exposed the criminals so they became
News of a crime in the mouths of curses.

70. And the shacks rose - their people placing
“The Cave of Victory” in their motives.

71. Spring touched their hearts and fields
So they flourished with good news and fruits.

72. And the atmosphere casts light into the world
As floods cast the slopes of hills.

73. And flowers in the weakness of youth blossom
Over branches like the eyes of young women.

74. And the horizon greens with rays and dew
And the earth frolics in the jewelry of plants.

75. And here the role of crimes ended and began
An era of countryside shadowed like gardens.

76. So the brothers gathered after separation
And the family became one after diaspora.

77. An awakening stronger than terror and forces
Vanquished the falsehoods of sorcery.

78. And fraud goes like estrangement - and nothing lasts
Except truth above every rebel.

79. Life is sorrows emptying into
A wedding, and joys into regrets.

80. But with its autumn, winter, and summer,
It is a judgment and lesson of sermons.

81. So choose whatever purpose for life's journey -
Truth is the ultimate purpose.