1. If my talent has withered like a flower one day
And my brain has been exhausted by excessive love

2. I have from them a scent and a light because
I have watered them with the best of my family and nation

3. Many hearts will throb in life
For my heart and tears will flow after my tears

4. It is easy for my old wound - my fingers
So I remove from its pains like the dead

5. And I walk sadly, fearfully, hesitantly
On the ruins of the blind and the grave of youth

6. The caravan wept around me on the day of farewell
So my passion did not move the tears of loved ones

7. Nor did my eye allow the most precious drop
Because my mother's farewell dried my tears

8. I see the heart closed between anxiety and grief
For light, warbling, beauty and greenness

9. It has hardened until gentleness became cruelty
And it dried up until it was fed up with all freshness

10. So how do I cure its disease with beauty
Without any bliss and pleasure?

11. If it is open to intimacy and delight
The world has appeared to him in the best form

12. It is the heart a mirror in the image of every image
That appeared to me serene, purity and gloom

13. A time has passed in which love has blamed me
Thus the dreams of youth have faded

14. They have no return to humiliation and misery
That humiliate souls that were not for humiliation

15. But the mistress of poetry is kind to me
So I console myself with a wreath that adorns my forehead

16. And my eyes have given me some of her beauty
She was my intercessor for all beauty

17. I am from the Arabs whose swords
And their pens were the stars of the wilderness

18. My line observes like the stroke of their blades
And above the motto of hunting, there is the poetry of my poem

19. Yours is the pride in me, I am your brother so be proud
When sisters are proud of their brothers