1. Bring the tears for you are a poet,
Tears have no end for you,

2. The constellations did not inspire you, say,
Some of the graves' inspiration intoxicated you,

3. And it is destined that you live,
While you are prey to destinies,

4. So adorn your time with tears,
For you who tried it became dejected,

5. The fire of anguish singing to you,
Is enough from the chanting throats,

6. Your hot sighs on their embers,
Destroy rhymes,

7. And your misery which is immortalized,
Folded the wings of the pleiades,

8. And your eternal chant is a madman,
Like the confused drinker,

9. And your vision is like ships,
Yearning for the safe shores,

10. A world of sorrows floated in it,
And your purity in circumambulation,

11. O poet of the dead and your life,
Has not been refreshed by youth,

12. The earth fills the skulls of those who strayed,
Your wreckage in the dust,

13. And in the graves, o sad one,
Is the correctness of those who lost correctness,

14. So if you hear her question,
And are unable to answer,

15. Do not worry, for the graveyards,
O blacks, have secrets of wonder,

16. Doubt destroyed your youngest, so come
From the inspiration of certainty,

17. This life is spells that prevailed,
Over those who know,

18. O heavy what you have carried,
Over the years,

19. If not for the remnants of darkness in the soul,
Of water and clay,

20. I would have been free from the shackles of life,
And become the memory of those who remember,

21. Bring the tears you wove in your eyelids,
From humiliation,

22. Yesterday you promised the earth,
A heart escorted by meanings,

23. It was inspired to you in the darkness of despair,
Flapping of hopes,

24. Yesterday, and it disappeared,
Behind the curtains of time,

25. And today it found us, and your inspiration,
From the agony named oblivion,

26. Art from painful pain prevailed,
Over hope erased,

27. And cooing in the heart that frightens,
Its silence in every land,

28. And time for the tortured soul,
A genius that does not diminish,

29. She lived as the ambitions wished for her, so who jumped to bring her down,
And she fell as the planets fall,

30. After shining and twinkling,
O flower whose breeze blew gently in the wide meadow,

31. This is your youth in spring,
So did you smile at spring?

32. The joys of life estranged you,
And painful misery embraced you,

33. The horizons of existence were of no use,
Narrow with vast hope,

34. It is the same in the law of destiny,
The old man and the suckling infant,

35. This is your youth in the eyes,
That watch and in the ether,

36. It melted into a melody that moans,
Its passion heard by birds,

37. And the mute image immortalized,
In lines that do not flow from joy,

38. You veiled your passions with a smile,
Not inspired by happiness,

39. Like a barren oasis in its depths,
The secret of the stranger,

40. O you who bloomed for art,
Whose echo enchanted the grieved,

41. You made the love-stricken happy,
And moved the broken winged,

42. The whispers of your heart spoke,
Of what wounds were in your heart,

43. And the scent of your soul immortalized,
Circling, worshipped by the breeze,

44. What harm if destiny had mercy,
And slept from waging war,

45. The world did not benefit you,
With what it gave you of the value of possessions,

46. Away from the throbbing sincere affection,
Like the diffused light,

47. And life, if not for the blessing of loved ones,
And the art of craft,

48. Is like a lost boat,
Whose path strayed and the light faded,

49. And the waves were cruel to it,
So its sails tore from it,

50. You played your role in their story,
However they wanted their beloved,

51. A fate acted twice differently,
On the path,

52. On the screen of beautiful art,
And the screen of dreadful death,

53. I cry for you, were you inspired,
That after days you would drown?

54. So you shortened your role in fantasy,
To complete it in reality,

55. Barrenness of the soul, o hopes,
Not barrenness of the desert,

56. And art is the dawn of the immortal,
With which they moisten the arid,

57. They were deprived of worldly bliss,
So they ignited the mud,

58. And purified, so they were harsh,
To the world and knew no stability,

59. They congratulated with your thorns of life,
And fed fools the fruits,