Winter hope

In the hope of winter we sleep at night

The fog faces us, leading the horses

And the frost hides if night comes

And drags its tail in the horizons

If the fog explodes like snow

It pursues the wishes we attain

And searches for paths to the morning, and bends

A carpet of threads spread by Layla

And if the cold meets longing

Loneliness sings to the early morning, oh woe

And the branch of longing dominates this morning

For no torrent meets longing

If the fog comes to the sky

The thread of frost sees in it a mountain

If the morning tramples on the visions of the Pleiades

For longing does not hide Suhail

Oh, why does the hope of frost tremble?

I took a mile towards the heights of longing

I welcomed the sun of this day with a good welcome

I drove away despair from you today at night