1. My Lord, the days drain their cups
And their dreams die before fulfillment

2. O You who draw me near through my fears
And return my soul from His cloudy shelter

3. Such is my existence night and day
This is my life, its light and darkness

4. A morn I hate coming to me with demands
To hold life in the palm of the absent mysteries

5. And a gloomy eve, silent in its sadness, alarmed in its visions
Its stars have grayed and its stay pleasant

6. Neither morn guides me on the path, nor eve
Wretched is a life whose system is unsettled

7. Pains leap in their horizons
I am drowning, and my ribs are their food

8. Burn after burn tightens
The patience of people, but still I bear them

9. And battlefields where my role was forced
On them, and its stage myself and my wreckage

10. O Lord, I am tired of this house of visitors
So may its peace not last

11. Make easy the guaranteed provision from its livelihood
While pains befall without gain

12. My heart, and what is my heart but an ode
That immortalized its meanings and its words died

13. My soul, and is my soul anything but a glance
That perishes in the flames of sorrow and days

14. My poetry, and what poem have I not watered
With my tears, and did not make the world weep with its melodies

15. O Lord, my soul has prolonged its illness
And its remedy is the arrival of its death

16. I do not blame the story for its beginning
But I say, when will its end be?