1. Who are you, you who awaited my answer
A flame, yearning to ignite

2. Who are you, weaver of sorrow
And fire, the qithara of torment

3. And on your forehead, a story
Of my perplexity, like the thickets of mirage

4. And thoughts, like the obsessions of darkness
In the distress of the wilderness

5. And I wonder: Who am I?
Tell me, and intoxicate my turmoil

6. Ask the whispers of fragrance: does
April frolic in my clothes?

7. Who is she? The legend of
Dreams, the fantasy of the shooting star

8. Her whispers, the delicate greens
Clearer than the quiver of mirage

9. I recognized you, how can I rejoice?
How can I be dazzled from my desires?

10. Where do I begin speaking...?
And I was lost in the silence of my doubt

11. What do I say, and should I search
For my mouth, or for what is right?

12. Who are you, the longing of dawn
Before the authentic, on the plateaus

13. The dream of seasons, and nightingales
And the dewy breezes

14. The melody of the valley, the genius of the grass
The fragrance of the meadows

15. And the swooning of the lover of passion
And the visions of youth and the infatuation of courtship

16. And the glow of songs, and the echo
The burning of instruments, and the rebab

17. Do not go far: I have embarked on your sleepy banks
My steed, my companions

18. So you came near to ask about my companions
In perdition? And about my friends?

19. Did the city ask about me
And its insomnia about my afflictions?

20. It used to see the disasters of my family
In my pallor and melancholy

21. So it would say to me: Where are you from?
And scorn me, with estrangement

22. I am from the songs of Scheherazade
To her Lord, my waking is affiliation

23. In me is the scent of gentleness
And the perfume of forgiveness and overcoming

24. And here I was silent and whispered
(poetry) informing of my arrival

25. And Mount Dhira shadowed us
Like angry giants

26. Its eyes the resting place of stars
And its tail, the roads of wolves

27. So meadows smiled at me
Like the grin of the mocking jackal

28. And the teats of vines crooned
And I relaxed into touching and burning

29. And I asked the stillness and silence of dogs
What? Do I deny when my steps flutter and flow?

30. We met...here,
Before your waiting...and my estrangement

31. Do you notice memories
Shaking the ribs of the soil?

32. And ghosts of the tragedy of parting
Repeat your wailing and lamenting

33. And yesterday looks at us, in his
Gazes the shyness of blame

34. How we embraced for farewell
And in me what ardors were there?

35. And I exclaimed: Do not agonize
I will return, so await...my return

36. And I traveled alone, and the path
Was blood, and disappeared, of wars

37. So I descended where the blood of passion
Drags, the wings of wolves

38. Where the ruins and rags
Strip the coverings from secrets

39. So you see the colors of paint
On the cracks, on the ruins

40. And consolations, without limits
And tedium, without limits

41. And the air suffers, moaning
Beyond the walls of mist

42. How much I searched for my students
Where my students made me lost

43. And today I returned, and the fun of stories
Returned to me, of torment

44. I still remember how we were
Neither hypocritical, nor deceitful

45. Confiding the secrets of passion
To the open flames

46. And the wind spun from the blossoms of coffee
A song of reproach

47. So a swing rocked us
Of the molten sunset

48. And as we grew familiar we met
To initiate the prime of youth

49. And repeat the history of youth
And love, from the start of scripture

50. Do you see: how the valley turned green
For our meeting like the cliffs?

51. And it turns to you
Asking about my absence

52. As long as you are my palace for me
Floating on the clouds

53. And meteors are some of my windows
And the sun, my window and door