1. The night destroyed what the day built
And lights bowed to darkness

2. The universe passed, sipping the night's cup
Whose foam was ingenious moons

3. The clamor turned into terrible silence
Haunted by ghosts and secrets

4. Where did the day go, how did night come
And why the dawn, why the gloom?

5. It is the war of survival, creatures are organized
Young and old alike

6. And hearts collided in the horizon
When hearts flew in the horizon

7. A raging world and mischievous fate
And a struggle that makes the elderly grey

8. Whose dreams and scars ache
It sheds blood, unable to find blood

9. To comfort the lonely lonely one
And when it longs for what it cannot endure

10. The blossoming gardens are barren
And there lies the blissful, playful one

11. Led astray by the devil
Others' impossibilities are possibilities to him

12. In his hands, his words are the Criterion
He has life as a cup, maidens

13. And a sea whose waves are melodies
He commands whenever he wills

14. His mind's wills are the authority
So if he wishes, life is turmoil

15. And if he wishes, life is safety
I said, O soul, this is the decree

16. Destined by the sky before existence
I did not want existence before my being

17. And after being, my demise is forced upon me
I see the palace twin with the shack

18. If not for one's poverty and the other's wealth
I am light to the palace's owner

19. Though darkness in his eyes
If I die, exquisite art dies

20. If he dies, clay and water die
My soul said: The world of wishes

21. Is the eternal world for man
Live in it, forget your life passed

22. In hellish passion and disgrace
See the tattered shack as a palace

23. With famous shade and towering structure
See the worn-out gown as silk

24. Like the shades' and colors' finery
I said: and bitter reality. It said:

25. That's an illness cured by forgetting
So I folded the years and days

26. Into a beautiful, brilliant dream
I ignored time, it's nonsense

27. And forgot place and dimensions
When my soul recovered, I saw a palace

28. Whose beauty challenges dreams
Gardens in which birds sing

29. And melodies of love murmur
And servants chanting various tunes

30. Prostrating in the palace’s fervor
I followed the guide, and it was fantasy

31. That lived in the world of wishes for eras
What great exquisite art

32. Perfects its beauty and transcends
The statues were almost human

33. Nearly swaying with grace and coquetry
And the dumb idols cry out to the spectator

34. Who bows before them in awe
Art breathed its soul into their beauty

35. And clothed them with glory and grace
I lived in poverty like an obeyed prince

36. My desires and greed were poetic
All my life was pleasure and beauty

37. And expression in passion and enjoyment
Among maidens, wine cups

38. And melodies of lofty rhythm
And confidants like flowers seeking my affection

39. Fearing my rage and impetuosity
Deeming me glorious, thinking my bliss

40. Eternal, not hinting at loss
Oh my confidants, as nights plot

41. Against me, I yearn to weep and feel
Empty the wine cups, for my heart

42. Nearly flies from what it fears
I fear the collapse of my glory and hope

43. Fate will spare us its decrees
Oh my confidants, oh my heart and mind

44. The earth spins with construction
Oh my palace, when the wind roared in the air

45. And dug graves for its inhabitants
The wind blew stormy and thundering

46. Turning the splendid palace into ruins
Perhaps that palace was but

47. A short-lived dream of bliss and life
My soul deceived me with what I wished

48. Were my wishes evil then?
Or am I evil, my soul sees empty paradises

49. While others have wishes in this life
Or have I usurped others' dreams

50. With my own wishes from fate?
A voice shook my tranquility

51. "You were wrong in wishing, in assuming."
I said, O soul. The soul said: "Let me be.

52. I wished for nothing but water and clay.
That palace and confidants are nonsense

53. When you wake to the death gurgle."
So leave the clamor of the lowly world and purify

54. Yourself with the divinity of passions and arts
For in art lies my strength and immortality

55. And my faith when I lose my faith
And like youth dreams of love

56. While flowers crave breeze
I built my glory in the world of illusion

57. Above the passion's rubble
Fantasies made me happy, penetrating the clouds

58. To a world of light sublime
Where Olympus lies, roamed by

59. Gods of sanctity and sins
And sacrifices from art's children made

60. From ideas' and dreams' daughters
Oh my bliss, oh my soul, rejoice

61. For all art is now my prize
Where is my god, the lord of the Muses

62. Apollo, to fill my chalice with immortality
And crown my head with what

63. His hands wreathed of flowers and scents
A call came from the horizon

64. Like a lover's whispers
"Oh stranger heart, you have family

65. A guest of Olympus is no stranger"
This call rang in my ears

66. And flowed like fire in my veins
As if I'd torn my dusty robe

67. And folded the sky over me
As if I'd become in history's mind

68. A sacred, winged meaning
When I found myself conversing

69. With my dreams, sipping the nectar of eternity pure
And Venus' virgins dance around me

70. And glorify my eternal art
Then head to the temple of the gods

71. Where they crowned my youth with immortality
And sang to the god Apollo

72. A verse eternalized in epics
"All in existence are art's signs

73. That will perish while the King is the Giver
Except that life with thought is

74. A divine, transcendent experience
Every slave therein is a little god

75. Rising above causes as he perseveres
I wish to live my life

76. Between those vast paradises
But earthly shackles have saddened me

77. And I left the world of goddesses
I descended to the wretched earth

78. Like a drunk roaming places of desires
And began the struggle in the crowds of life

79. Seeking crumbs behind this feast
My pillars were ingenious thoughts

80. And revelation from the heavens that came
Misery did not occur to me

81. Nor fear of the nights' changes
I was like a child, soft and shy

82. And inclined towards the sky of imagination
I thought the earth was my paradise

83. Where my every dream lied
But my paradise was a mirage

84. And my dreams a hand shaking with horrors
I found myself answering fate alone

85. Burdened by days with loads
This earth gained nothing by my being

86. Except a bird flying free of restraint
Its only concerns are love, springs, vegetation

87. And whispering to its singing mate
While I, art's bird, what was my sin

88. That I live the life of the outcast?
Is it because I live for art, bare

89. While clay's kin are soft in the cold?
How disgraceful if my sin

90. Was my asceticism towards the worshipped essence
These worries disturbed my perception

91. And my hope equaled my despair
My soul and I woke from the dream

92. How many days and nights were lost in it
I wish, my soul, that the truths weep

93. That we found in the dream what was unforgettable
I wish, my mind, that my world was a sea

94. Where you docked where truths dock
How many dreams I wished lived forever

95. Then passed, spawning misery
You, my soul, are the secret of this misery

96. You pinned my glory on a flimsy base
From the sky of imagination I returned

97. To scrape the ugly truth's dust
And here is the shack, blinded by its beauty

98. With nature's innocent beauty
Indeed, this existence is a palace built by God

99. Between its earth and sky
So let me live as destinies have willed

100. Alive, though bound for demise
You, my soul, are the secret of this misery