1. How is my heart when love preoccupies it
Stirred by the dweller and the visitor

2. I kept it and hid it
Among the people until the reproacher exposed it

3. So we returned to longing and returned to it
Have mercy on us, O procrastinator

4. The days of every man pass
No hope remains nor expectant

5. The cinema and what it depicted
Is but the echo conveyed by the transmitter

6. In it nations passed are resurrected
And Babylon is revealed in London

7. How many fresh ruins it depicted
The depicted ruin almost came alive

8. As if love has a dwelling in it
So every heart near it becomes a visitor

9. An ardent flirt plays with it
And a weeping coquette has cried over it

10. The lover embraced his beloved
So the murdered and the killer met

11. Oh my soul, was it the dream of a sleeper
Or a delusion that the oblivious thought real

12. Do not laugh at the ignorant in himself
Except the sensible wept in himself

13. Such sermons are frivolous
And many a serious matter made frivolous

14. Like the soul forgets love in its frivolity
And death does not forget the mortal

15. And so is the world, collapse and nothing
Complete joy happens in it