Every night I scan
the heavens with my eyes
seeking the star
that you are contemplating.
I question travelers
from the four corners of the earth
hoping to meet one
who has breathed your fragrance.
When the wind blows
I make sure it blows in my face:
the breeze might bring me
news of you.
I wander over roads
without aim, without purpose.
Perhaps a song
will sound your name.
Secretly I study
every face I see
hoping against hope
to glimpse a trace of your beauty.
Abu Bakr al-Turtushi (1059 - 1127) Spain
Translation into Spanish by Emilio García Gómez
Translatiion from Spanish to English by Cola Franzen
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