1. O my heart composed in the cheek of wakefulness
How many folds in your tents have passed

2. I handed over your throbbing to love's youth
And I began to be enchanted by the melodies of the strings

3. Yearn for a harbor so my ship can dock
For the gusts of winds do not leave anything

4. Love in my journey is letters like visions
With their light, a fog that formed and spread

5. Longing travels piercingly in the selves
And passion in my law wraps it with caution

6. When my saint walked in my abode
She robbed my heart, took my sight from me

7. She whispered: “Beware my cup is bitter”
I said: “Mix it to enflame a beloved hell”

8. I came to you and dusk was acting spoiled in me
From your beautiful intoxication I protect from the rain

9. She said: “Easy boy if you would comply!
I’m a doe who fears the corridors of danger”

10. Take up your tent over your staff and travel
And have mercy on my heart from the miseries of sorrows

11. And collect your passions do not scatter my calm
Do not acquaint me with wakefulness by the pupils of wakefulness

12. Do not make me travel “my beauty” and be kind
For if you come closer I block the way

13. O my doe I came to you a refugee
So ask the guest he will inform you

14. I’m a poet the absent friends failed him
And poetry in my paper adopted by boredom

15. Until I saw your bright face shining
As if it is a full moon derived from a moon

16. So I wove from the splendor of poetry my poem
Why would I be thrown under the feet of caution?

17. Woe to you my doe.. be gentle with us do not be alarmed
It is the case of passion.. where is the escape?!