Her beauty surpassed the moon

The benefits of poetry for me are that I use it

In what concerns you in describing intoxicating passion

And if poetry is not said about you, has it

been said about someone else who is not said about poetry?

And poetry is a word, so its meaning is not consistent

Unless poetry is one of your meanings in action

And you are poetry, if it is said about someone like it

All people listen to it in haste

If someone comes to me with his magic

And does not say anything about you, then he has made a mistake

If someone comes to me claiming what he does not possess

And I ask him: Does he have knowledge of my jewelry?

If he said: No, I ignored him and did not argue with him

And if he neglected it, I ignored the argument

I asked about it and people were deaf

As if they were in the nets of ignorance from Hubal

Oh poetry, write and weave words, and it is my desire

Until the meanings of the dream are complete for the man

Oh poetry, it is enough for you to be proud and describe you as a woman

Her beauty surpassed the moons on the paths

Oh poetry... where are the meanings while she is determined

To the one who carried a face without fear

Is it of any use that I stand, I do not hope for it...

Why do I stand with what I hope for on the ruins?

The matter is serious and someone like me is not humiliated nor

humiliated, so the matter in this world is without nonsense