| وحدن بيبقو متل زهر البيلسان وحدهن بيقطفو وراق الزمان | Alone they endure, elderflower’s pale flame—alone, they harvest the leaves of time’s withering vine, |
| بيسكرو الغابي بيضلهن متل الشتي يدقوا على بوابي على بوابي | They seal the forest in dusk, and remain as the rain—knocking, insistent, at my threshold, my silent door, |
| يا زمان يا عشب داشر فوق هالحيطان ضويت ورد الليل عكتابي | O time, O wild grass adrift on these ancient stones, you have kindled night’s roses across the pages of my book, |
| برج الحمام مسور و عالي هج الحمام بقيت لحالي لحالي | The dovecote encircled, rising aloof—when the pigeons scattered, I lingered, solitary, wholly alone, |
| يا ناطرين التلج ما عاد بدكن ترجعو صرخ عليهن بالشتي يا ديب بلكي بيسمعو | O watchers for snow, has longing not wearied your hearts? Through winter, a cry to the wind—wolf, perhaps they will hear, |
| وحدن بيبقو متل هالغيم العتيق وحدهن وجوهن و عتم الطريق | Alone they persist, like that cloud worn thin with years—only their faces remain, and the gloom of the road, |
| عم يقطعوا الغابي و بإيدهن متل الشتي يدقوا البكي و هني على بوابي | They fell the forest, and in their hands, weeping drums like rain—each sob raps at my gate, they wait at the door, |
| يا زمان من عمر فيي العشب عالحيطان من قبل ما صار الشجر عالي | O time before me, when grass stitched the walls, before the sapling’s reach became the tall command of trees, |
| ضوي قناديل و أنطر صحابي مرقو فلو بقيت عبابي لحالي | Kindle the lanterns, wait for companions—let them pass, let them drift, if I am left by my doorstep alone, |
| يا رايحين و التلج ما عاد بدكن ترجعو صرخ عليهن بالشتي يا ديب بلكي بيسمعو | O you departing, with snow yet unthawed, is return so far from your thought? Cry to the wind in winter—wolf, perhaps they will hear |