1. The doves cried out with lamentation
And yearning for you stirred fragrant passions

2. We pitched our tents until the dew's brilliance faded
And the news of summer set out on the winds

3. With a glance, death's messenger aimed
Straight at my soul, beyond all defenses

4. Like the glance of a hunting falcon before its talons
Grasp prey while it flutters helplessly

5. We have a refuge that our blood has not sacrificed
Nor the keen blades of dawn terrified

6. War divided them, leaving only a remnant
That returns to us when calamity is feared

7. When their milk betrays our guests
And their neighbors unlock the village gates

8. Tying them with blades, the tatters
As if, without the sword's harvest, jesters playing

9. As if enemy palms on their flanks
Were cats undriven from the water by a herdsman

10. And served our guests only spittle that
Still seethes whenever the winds blow

11. As if the daughters of oppression in their chambers
When the vanguard of horses stirs the winds

12. And how often the fool comes to sincere counsel
Perfectly armed - his teeth ready to gnaw

13. With a neck that ambushes the length of his tether
And a chest - if you race him, a swimmer

14. If he veers into turns, you would say a drinker
Befuddled by quaffing wine at daybreak

15. Death refused to fear his wicked turning
Perhaps the one you fear turns to righteousness

16. So if I die, lead me to glory and piety
And do not shed a tear when the keeners wail

17. Say the throne of honor and sublimity has fallen
And the scales of knowledge hang useless

18. For the new robe is not shamed by wearing it
As the eyes of the virtuous do not shame a man