Dreams settle in the heart

Oh dreams, take a pillow for the heart's wound

For the pains have gone away from me quickly, approaching

So, oh waves of the sea, be calm and do not be angry

And do not... follow my wound

And be ashamed, oh pen, and do not compose

For my chest is filled with lamentation

And do not utter poetry on the tongue

So that the distress does not increase in you

And the outcast from his religion cries out

For there is nothing wrong in this world

The letters will sing if they seek

The soul of the refined poet seeks it

Do not seek friendships from the court

of the rulers, for that is a sin that will be counted against you

Do not mix your dreams with people's tales

For dreams may darken like clouds

And my heart rests on my pillow, for love has grown between my ribs

And the excitement of groaning has increased, oh, for love then is destructive

Oh homeland, do not complain or blame your Arab brother

For he is in the state of his homeland, oh from the fire of sadness that burns him

Woe to the days In which I became sane

From the madness of your love, O homeland, has my distress increased?

Whenever the star of salvation appears to me, I disappear

For the hours of dawn in which my longing increases

So I carry my pillow, sadness in my soul begins to rape

Oh dreams, come take my heart as a pillow

For without you, I become as if I am a sinner before you

So the soul cries for my lying companion

And the soul does not utter a calculated answer