Oh, my heart

Isn't it time for this heart to be satisfied

With the calamities it has suffered in life?

And my soul's fear of departure and disappearance

From the abundance of what the world and suffering have done to it?

From within me, the screaming voices disappear

From the antidote that made dreams a disease that needs treatment?

And the sadness that has become in my chest belongs

And lives on crumbs of memories, so do I have any consolation?

Your memory leaves my mind every year and fills me with longing

And all the purity of equality fades from the soul of the poet

Oh Amal, climb the ladder and there is no need for favoritism

For dreams lift me up whenever my image is reflected in the mirror

Oh my heart, be satisfied now, for I need feelings of salvation

To escape the clutches of a monster that has plunged me into a tragedy