1. Love has gone, so how wretched is the youth,
With bliss he was cloaked by time obscurely.

2. My soul excuses with vain hopes, verily,
They are but like fanciful dreams, how poorly!

3. It faded like light, yet still I recall it,
And remembering is one of my miseries.

4. I sold glory for love after it,
My comfort escaped from my comforts, certainly.

5. When I broke my love hoping
To see myself free from the bonds of passion.

6. With it I broke a heart I carried,
So I am the breaker, my heart by my hands.

7. How much sacrifice I burden it,
Yet I see it bleeding in my conscience.

8. Oh! Woe to my craving for my love, and my
Prolonged fervor after the days of ardency.

9. I will not see it, yet it sees me by name,
While I am in the passion of love, a juvenile.

10. Would that the breaths of morning revive youth,
And bring to life a dead in a living body.

11. Ignorant, I left the living worried,
About my loved ones, so I did not feel alive.

12. Come now, let us weep for the past,
And if the specter of beauty appears alive,

13. The greatest things I was not pleased with,
Yet you see me satisfied with the smallest thing.

14. How many a good friend I kept company,
Who tomorrow became the worst enemy harming me.

15. And a girl who denied knowing me after
She looked at me affectionately with a smile.

16. This life, no loyalty can be expected
From its people, nor good assumptions beguile.

17.
Be a comrade to me, a comrade in me, for the

18. Company of a miserable comrade has wearied me.
Show resilience and courage, for enemies

19. Surround us, and the sublime path is ahead of me.
You are like me and I am like you in

20. A state satisfactory for the content gallant.
We were born as Arabs, so we have

21. Honor of lineage atop the glorious.
How many noble sayings have soaked us,

22. So we smiled for our splendid future.
Say to brethren of sincerity, come,

23. We are lovers of beauty and the sublime.
Our spirits scorned our shadows,

24. So we ridiculed troubles and meanness.
And we craved for immortality, so our

25. Lot became misery, but we are pleased.
Indeed we left the ephemeral arrogantly,

26. And followed the eternal amid the burials.
We are two birds longing for the morning,

27. Breeze, light in the clear atmosphere.
So sing to me and open your heart to me,

28. For I genuinely open my heart to you.
With your melodizing of my poems, they

29. Appeal to the supreme assembly toward me.
And by your drawing my soul, it appeared

30. In my consciousness and awakened my smoldering wick.
Between drawing and composing, I see

31. The joy of eternity and pleasures of passion.
Goodness is yours for providing me

32. With beauty that captivates, or melody that inspires.
Art is mysterious in your hands,

33. Entertain my sight or hearing from it.
You have drawing, composing, and I have

34. Melody, for art is one of my lineages.
And on papers and strings, beauty has

35. Captivated me and brought forth my tears.
Your spirit fell for my spirit, so they are both

36. United like a breeze and fragrance.
The two spirits are but sisters in