Poetry Analysis

Time has prolonged, the night has prolonged, and life has prolonged, but my heart has not prolonged what it desired...

Like a prisoner in a cell that is not his, innocent, but time has determined that the captain should be a blockage...

Small in a grown body? Or an old man in a boy's body? What is your condition, oh this one? By God, my knowledge is like yours; I try to endure with patience...

Oppressed in his time, and people thought he might compete with the greats of history... By God, there was no one after the Prophet of God from 'Aad...

He cries, and his tears precede the fragrance, and the race ends, and the tears dry up, so he finds no one to help him...

Neither the moon pleases nor the sun pleases people... and he sees both more beautiful every time he is given a return...

My heart has softened... and my mind has aged... so what is my condition when I see myself? Am I an old man or a boy who does not know when to settle...

Devils are created, angels are created, and humans are created... so why do I see through the eye of darkness that has spread...

No spirit runs in me, nor does passion know, nor does love flow... so how am I with my desires...?