1. At the dawn of poetry there is a sadness I have endured
At the end of sadness, he who will console it has gone

2. Poetry did not inspire my verses so I could calm them
The narrator wept sadly, his mouth agape

3. I beg the “d” when I quenched its pain with my agony
Not everything the “d” wishes for will it find

4. God helps my poetry, how much my torment wept
And prose in my papers, my tears soaked them

5. My friend, how can I silence this heart
Separation has sworn to water it with its banishment

6. My sadness eternally whips me with sighs
My loved one became a lost symbol

7. The soul breathes embers from its blaze
And the heart is the embers of fury, its flames enveloped it

8. My estrangement from my blood—its cups made me drunk
So the diaspora’s meetup escorted my soul on its course

9. I drank from the regret of the departed, it wounded me
A separation’s sword raged and I became its target

10. My money rivals me openly with misery
It prays when I almost forget my passion

11. I admit to the thickets of my failures so they slaughter me
Swords of worries rival me on its right

12. So if I cry they rebuke my screams and leave
While silence blinds my screams and casts them away

13. And worries reside in my land with no intention to leave
My fears’ rabbits fled in its burrows

14. Desperation burned my hopes and shredded them
A barren deprivation in the field of dreams thorned them

15. So what’s the use if I seek bliss today
Certainty is crippled and straying became its harbor

16. I die a thousand times while the evil eye sheds me
And happiness is lost on a path I did not find

17. With my blood’s water I outline my altar