1. If my body disappears in the soil, accompany my shadow
For you will not find among people a lover like me

2. The fame of my memory will suffice you from the beauty of my image
Is the love of women ever lasting to the adored one?

3. The flowers of roses that you picked
From the soft, growing leaves to your curly hair

4. My tears did not avail them from rising and falling
While thorns are for love and flowers are for declining

5. Your perfume is still fragrant after
You have settled with the roses hastened by withering

6. We were created for the most wretched love while you enjoy
So you don’t know my knowledge and you don’t carry my burden

7. So do not hurt my generous heart out of coquetry
The like of you does not accept such from the like of me

8. Grant me a little of your company, I
Can bear disasters with connection

9. And do not deprive me of a smile in my gloom
It is but beauty in the time of ends

10. And be affectionate to the one who protects chastity
And do not mix old wine with vinegar

11. And do not think I am confused
But I make some tolerance permissible

12. I carried the innocent love, purer than piety
The shining sun cleanses it from my mind

13. My hand has not touched the clothes of humiliation
Nor have my feet trodden on tainted ground

14. I see the heart ennobled, its echo lamenting
When purity meets nobility in it

15. And if villainy provokes its blade in it
The strings are cut from the sharpness of the sword

16. I see you praying the evening while the dusk
Has a calmness that soothes the heart so I extol

17. So I believe in the God you worship
And I return resentful of blasphemy and ignorance

18. Stop let us exchange a glance and a smile
So we ridicule time that separates people

19. And recall the days of childhood and youth
And how excellent what I experienced between refusal and consent

20. And gather kisses with which you have permitted
Or given between reluctance and consent

21. I sing to a warbling like a nightingale
We forget the world favouring baseness

22. While your mother spins her cotton under the doum tree
And your old father walked to the field

23. I forgot nothing of things like I forgot a night
On the east side of that sand hill

24. My tears were scattered like my hair and my ardour
On chubby characterized by carnations and jasmine

25. My youth was a necklace of flowers I strung
Then sorrows scattered its flowers on the rope

26. Call me loyal or call me faithless
For the finest in love is the excuse to prolong

27. Beauty is but to preserve its shyness from me
And love is but to preserve it by being stingy

28. The lily of nosegays wilts soon
And the lily of pond wilts slowly

29. Let the heart collect its provision from your eyes
It is but the museum of the soft eyes

30. Its light and its withering gathered in it
So it only showed what action these two had

31. It is but the green branch, lush with blooms
It is but the sword, sharpened by polishing

32. Shall I depart from your melody unequipped
To the country adorned with misery and date palms

33. You will cry for days for a departed heart
Accustomed that it does not seek money through humiliation

34. If the disturbing memory disturbs you, then look
At an orange star appearing over the hill

35. What made me worry is a paleness that is my adornment
Yes, I am in anguish and my distress will not heal

36. So my body is like a branch, its blooms withered by cold
And my heart like a sword in the exhausted battles

37. My discourse is long so listen now to some of it
And if you feel the necklace of emotions dissolve

38. I say: When the night provokes my feelings
Without homeland I spend my life without people

39. Over there beyond the sea is a grieving mother
Enduring the pains of martyrs because of me

40. I will gently bear the burden of life for her
So I will be counted from the virtuous and meritorious

41. I stayed confiding to her spectre saying to her
Calm down, I am like the loyal so they did their deeds

42. Their poetry is but an outpouring of their emotions
So be patient with afflictions and curb waywardness

43. While its verses are between villainy and cruelty
Rays of the moon in darkness and in mud

44. Dante died in his struggle despairing
And Al-Maʿarrī died in exile before me

45. And Chatterton wept and complained
So his soul is my soul and his shadow is my shadow

46. And how many black waves like an abyss he entered
And returned without clothes to clothe or shoes

47. And I call every person of affliction my brother
For cubs mewl to those who visit cubs

48. Thus the hearts of poets melted away
It was said they are afflicted with madness

49. And my loved ones said take up a profession
I said to them: Does a flower take interest in bees?

50. I was tested with a heart worshipping beauties
In it is amorous verse distracting me from work

51. Is it beneficial the advice of those I love?
While my heart is a reed for beauty and for flirting

52. No melody of poetry roused my ardour
Unless I was titled in it: Poet champion

53. No Arabian sorceress carried me
Unless my chest intercepted arrows

54. Tell me, O beauty of patriotism
Why were you not satisfied with glory, love and passion?

55. We heard from you in the darkness of despair a scream
And in your magic poetry, a breath of connection

56. You turned away from the world perplexed
Searching for the highest purpose but did not succeed in questioning

57. And you died to ransom the sweetest freedom
So welcome is death in the shadow of its banner

58. To you is power – beauty from nationalistic
Your men’s blood boils from its influence

59. When the flags pass, hail their majesty
Fluttering in your army is fine harmony

60. My eyes water from what they witnessed
And the squares were not crammed with horses and men

61. I glance to a land there - how wretched
Like a mother melting the heart of bereavement

62. The hell of oppressors erased its bliss
And fertility neighbouring justice left it

63. My heart drips blood from its calamities
And I cry for a people, weaker than children

64. The young man cannot have patience in that condition
If he was seeking highness refined of origin