1. The complainer fell silent and slept,
The night spread with cups of tranquility.

2. Except for the grieving one, whom ribs enshrouded,
And whose eyes wept for him in elegies.

3. God has forbidden him from joy,
Power has been seized by torment.

4. So the days withered, morning and evening,
And he wished that sunset would envelope him.

5. I was shaken when he was shaken by the voice of pain,
So I listened to its echoes.

6. It was a melody clouded by regret,
Pleading to God in His Sublimity.

7. I said, this is a soul of unknown dew,
Will it last long or be brief?

8. O hand of fate, if only you were a hand
That took pity on the devout worshipper.

9. Passion has been enough for me and my heart,
The adze took from our comfort.

10. Cursed forever, of inflamed strength,
Ignorant of mercy in all he ignores.

11. Tell me, will you give me a new beginning,
O hand of fate, or has the pen dried?

12. What you have hidden, is it a promise or threat,
A sunrise or sunset or darkness?

13. Tell me of my existence in life,
What made you favor me to come?

14. O offender whose hands were released,
And who cast every innocent into captivity.

15. Of the passions of life and sins of youth.
It raged in my chest when I called it:

16. "Rest, O heart, from this torment."
It thought I spilled its blood in afflictions,

17. So it cast me with the rejection of the ungrateful.
Have mercy on the heart, who taught it

18. That I disavowed its buried past?
The past of love that inspired me

19. To passionate poetry and joyous wishes,
It never ceased to fill the face of time

20. With sweet laughter, good news and brightness.
I said, O heart gently,

21. This world is an enchanting old woman.
Is this child preoccupied with dolls?

22. In the first are meanings of the last.
The heart said to me, saddened:

23. I was distracted from the heat of its cravings.
O life's patient, hasten its burial

24. Before the lights of life spend your evening.
How you sang the melodies of youth,

25. And left fate to toy with your youth.
Then old age came to you in your prime,

26. And I am your heart, none other.
In my depths are hopes of bliss

27. Promising death, and death was swift.
Annihilate them yourself, you may fear demise,

28. And both of us will soon depart.
I said: O heart, what ails me?

29. I fulfill while wishes do not cease.
What beauty remains for me

30. After what satisfies you I do not accept?
For decay before your mouth is sated.

31. And tomorrow you will exclaim what you forgot,
Oh, how harsh you were, but how merciful!

32.
What remains for me of goodness