I walk, my eyes the sky,
hoping to find
the star you see.
I stop each traveler that passes,
hoping one might have
breathed your scent.
I turn my face to blowing winds,
hoping they'll bring me news of you.
I wander roads, here and there,
passing songs whisper your name.
I look at strangers' faces,
I look away
Hoping for a trace of you.
(Original poem by Abu Bakr al-Turtushi (1059 - 1127)
Translation into Spanish by Emilio García Gómez
Translation/adaptation from Spanish to English by Juhi Bansal)