1. O you who complain, deserted by sleep
While tears melt the heart in their lids

2. This is the night, so rouse the sleeper
And reproach the past for its lowness

3. This is the night, stillness has covered it
In a cloak, like a spell

4. It was set ablaze only by the fires of yearning
And the sigh of pleasure and passion

5. Your hopes are buried in the earth’s belly
You did not rest your heavy head

6. Your world darkened because of what happened
And the fading star is about to set

7. You have become like the star shrouded by decline
Though traces of its rays still remain

8. Wandering on the horizon, bewildered by its nakedness
Its life at the mercy of loss

9. Love and dreams in your eyes
The mirage of desire shone in its confusion

10. And poetry and melodies in your hearing
A never-ending world of deprivation

11. Your nights were lost in their poverty
Of heart’s comfort and tongue’s silence

12. Then your stars set after them
A drizzle that ignites the cup of time

13. This childish time in its play
Is deeper in thought than the wise men’s pilgrimage

14. You missed what you crave of its essence
And you lived in it like a wandering mirage

15. You walk oppressed to an unknown
Beginning and end

16. How much you are to the days
Like a sign that makes the barren seem coveted

17. The universe has a curtain drawn over it
Of the darkness of the unseen that is not clear

18. Night wrestles day over it
And time follows the steps of the departed

19. Oh, for the gardens with widespreading shade
That harbor the blooming flowers' dew

20. The lily knows not the meaning of withering
Nor the fledgling bird the meaning of torment

21. Winter came after a summer
And autumn came after the spring of life

22. It could not withstand the laws of extinction
The raging giant against it is weak

23. Oh, for the barren expanses, grieving
Parched, still plains

24. Night in them is an altar for death
And dawn in them a theater for confusion

25. Their banks do not allow the onlooker
To discern a summit, dune, or horizon

26. Steps precede thoughts in them
And the living and the dead are equal to them

27. Why do they not complain of barrenness
Or the sinister beast humiliate them

28. Every voice is of pleasure or pain
And wind either gentle breeze or poison

29. Oh you who complain, though night's heart
Is leaning on the pillow and pillow mate

30. The breeze of anguish has borne away your tunes
And the visions of the spiteful have not been absent from you

31. She who was stingy with the spring of life
That waters the widespread gardens of hope

32. When her fleeting name lingered on the lips
A myth in the story of the pretender

33. While you and the universe and what it contains
You are troubled by it and the creatures in it

34. And you reckon the emptiness you are in
Is your birth and parents' crime

35. God bless you, what is this you claim
Except the deception of ravenous craving

36. So go to your Creator, the Originator
And sing to Him the lost hymn

37. The hymn of endless doubt
That awakens your dormant revolution in you

38. And releases melodies in the organ
To illuminate the dark idea

39. And illusions roam in their universe
Bewildered like the wandering ghost

40. It is they who raised you in their prison
And you lost the barren market of purpose

41. You live for the mortals a degradation
While you, you are the commanding master

42. In your heavenly kingdom above the abyss
Looking down on those you command

43. Your silent solitude is God's symbol
And your wandering life, time's journey

44. And your weeping voice, it echoes Him
A lute enchanted by sadness

45. What of gardens with widespreading shade
And what of this wasteland in your world

46. It is you imagination lives in it
Laughing like a madman in your mourning

47. Gently, the day will not grieve for you
If you burdened the carriers of biers

48. This compelling, conquering decree
Is destined for all life's victims

49. Your life, how beautiful and verdant it would be
If you do not despair over the departed

50. It passed, so why would you bury
Its memory in the silent grave