1. I recalled in the red land the era of youth
And what bliss and joy it held

2. So I said, as a star ripped through the clouds
Peace upon twenty years that have passed

3. They passed without me feeling them, attached
To Layla's waist, I scented the best night

4. Nothing remained but her scent and her withering
Nothing remained for me but my feelings and my misery

5. I will recall Layla's nights and passion
That rips up the clothes of my patience and chastity

6. And this heart is still melting in love
But it is resilient to all hardship

7. I see love as a battle and I kill its concealment
Heal its illness with union or solace

8. Otherwise, sacrifice yourself for the sake of passion
And the eye that admires complains with a tear

9. It is beautiful if you fall for Buthaina and it devastates you
And it devastates you because love is the grave of youth

10. For the passionate there is no safety or comfort
And the wish of lovers is with death

11. I advised you, so listen my brother, for I
See time as the gravedigger of lovers

12. It withers the flowers of youth with a breath
And extinguishes the lights of passion with a puff

13. Ask the birds, do their nests remain?
Ask the scattered leaves in every garden

14. The nights of the good are short
Like their dreams, they pass in an instant of inattention

15. But the nights of misery are long
In them, one star falls after another

16. I see happiness as a delusion, and misery as truth
For what made us suffer was the decree of truth

17. So smiles appear quickly then vanish
And tears scorch the heart like embers

18. If I thank my soul for the sweetness of an hour
Afterwards I complain of the bitterness of sadness

19. Love holds every painful memory
Of loss, sorrows, and dreadful solitude

20. So we set fire with a sigh to the hems of darkness
And tear through the layers of stillness with a moan

21. To you belongs glory, o home of the beloved. Do we have
Calm when you did not make us happy with a visit?

22. We melt for the face you veil
And are content if the rarity of seeing is with a glance

23. And we yearn for union though shyness holds us back
So we shy away from the cold of the waters scorched

24. If we see poverty in the desert, we see it as paradise
For our paradise is in a smile above paradise

25. When we pass where a beloved passed
And where we saw her and where she stayed

26. This soul struggles until we think it
Has parted from the body at every outcry

27. And this heart weakens until we think it
Has fallen from us piece by piece

28. And we hear the specter's whisper in every seclusion
And smell the scent of clothes in every gust of wind

29. That is how I tasted my love and it melted me
And my fervor overflowed into poetry

30. I am the wandering star in the night of ardency
My rays light the way for the lost

31. I am the singing nightingale in the garden of passion
The hearts of lovers take flight at my song

32. I am the fragrant amber in every gathering
My breath perfumes the clothes of maidens

33. I am the chaste lover in every seclusion
I left the virgins admiring my chastity

34. I am the ringing flower in the palm of a singer
The angels of heaven long for my tinkling

35. I am nothing but a tortured heart
And a soul that sees in death the greatest pleasure

36. So why do my enemies think my virtues ugly?
I have no fault but my distinction and ability

37. I abandoned my country, eager to travel
And over the sea of Rome, how many tears of estrangement

38. And when those coasts suddenly appeared
My poetry burst forth from my rapture and awe

39. So I greeted them at the rise of dawn and passion
Overflowing in my heart, my lips, and my eyelids

40. For how many poets smiled or wept there
When they came in leisure or worship

41. And how many hearts then soared in love and fervor
And heads bowed for glory and dignity

42. On its sea there is prosperity, vitality, wealth
And all aspects of civilization were perfected

43. Our sea is but the mirror of our aspirations
For time erases all beauty with a touch

44. So I said, never ceasing to worship beauty
I will water its pyre with my pure tears

45. Oh land of knowledge, art and passion
To a poet the most tender poem occurred

46. In the gentlest chant and most splendid scenery
And most beautiful sculpture and perfect image

47. Peace on the people of civilization, for I
In seeing them, renew strength and resolve

48. For their spirits tore off shrouds
And dispelled darkness

49. For striking them, heavy chains broke
And the walls of injustice fell with their resounding cry

50. Their homelands blazed from their fiery poetry
For the sword struck until they gained independence

51. So their glory and bounty returned
And the heights are between a sword and a banner

52. And when I saw people building their glory
I wept over our Arab relics

53. Their flowers blossom renewed in their meadow
While our flowers have withered after blossoming

54. Every day they have a conquest and spoils
While we wander confused between memories and lessons

55. If there is harm in sweet freedom
Oh how I wish my death to liberate my nation

56. My mother's sons, is there an Arab awakening?
With its cries, the pillar of the desert shakes

57. By God, there is no sweet freedom
Without strength in literature