1. كضت الحق الهارب ومتمرّد افكاري

    ابا اروّض الفكره على حالي الجاري

    I ran after my fugitive, rebellious thoughts.

    I want to tame thought to fit my present state.

  2. ابا اقضب عنان الطامح الجامح العاصي

    ابا المس حنان الساهم الحالم الساري

    I want to seize the reins of the aspiring, unbridled rebel.

    I want to touch the tenderness of the pensive, dreaming night-wanderer.

  3. ابا اجمع شتاتي عقب رحلات غرباتي

    واناغم هواجيسي على باكي اوتاري

    I want to gather my scattered self after my journeys far from home.

    And harmonize my musings with the weeping of my strings.

  4. تعبت ?وجرحني يا اهل المعرفةدربي

    وطالت مسافاتي وانا اطارد افكاري

    I am weary, and my path has wounded me, O people of knowledge.

    And my journeys lengthened as I pursued my thoughts.

  5. وراها توارى من ورا حاضر ايامي

    وراها تسافر من ورا قدرة اسفاري

    Why do they vanish beyond the present of my days?

    Why do they travel beyond my power to journey?

  6. وراها تواري عجزي تشوفه عيوني

    وراها تطير وكلي قيود واعذارِ

    Why do they show my helplessness for my eyes to see?

    Why do they fly while I am all shackles and excuses?

  7. حبسني رماني بالثرى والسما حلمي

    اغازل سحاباتي وانا اكتب لها اشعاري

    It imprisoned me, cast me into the dust, while the sky is my dream.

    I woo my clouds as I write my poems for them.

  8. اروّح لها صوتي مع رايح النسمه

    واقول امطري ياغيمتي جفت انهاري

    I send my voice to them with the passing breeze.

    And I say, 'Rain, my cloud—my rivers have run dry.'

  9. ويمسي علي الليل خالي وانا خالي

    لا باح لي سرّه ولا بحت باسراري

    And night falls upon me empty, and I am empty too.

    It has not revealed its secret to me, nor have I revealed my secrets.

  10. نجوم السما تقدح وليلي بها ساكن

    عجيب السكون بليل فيه الفلك جاري

    The stars of heaven strike sparks, and my night lies still among them.

    Strange is the stillness of a night in which the heavens move.

  11. ويافكري الهارب ويانوري الغارب

    بدونك فراشاتي تهاوت على ناري

    And O my fleeing thought, O my setting light,

    Without you, my moths have tumbled upon my fire.

  12. وانا لو عذرت الغير مااعذر افكاري

    انا موطن افكاري ودار الفكر داري

    And even if I excuse others, I do not excuse my thoughts.

    I am my thoughts' homeland, and the home of thought is my home.