I can't even find traces of your feet,
The dust has covered all places, every street.
All the bright tales who are concealed by veils,
Are filled with cries and smiles; bitter and sweet.
When the moonbeams are bestrewn at night,
Waves lying towards shores flit, float and fleet.
As long as the Cup of Youth is sipped from,
Smiles shine like the moon and stars who retreat.
Gain, gain and gain, but it still feels empty,
For some reason, the soul feels not complete.
That Gihon is dream-drunk and world-sober,
From sleep to awake like the Phoenix's heat.