1. Does she think, for the abundance of lovers,
That tears were created for the wretched?

2. How does she mourn the one whose eyelids
See none but their own weeping?

3. You are one of us, so you seduced yourself, but
You were spared from pining and longing.

4. You came to dwell by the tomb, so if you had visited today,
Emaciation would have hindered embraces.

5. The glance we shared and indulged in
Was a pillar for us and a pact of concord.

6. If any separation from you had gone beyond your estrangement,
The gentle breeze would have watered the meadows.

7. And if we had been united with her,
Our breaths upon her would have been like breaths upon eyelids.

8. We have no love for the eyes of coquettes
Whose eyeliner is the color of kohl.

9.
The short nights shortened the meadows’ time,

10. So it lengthened the remaining nights.
Good fortune made the prince’s wealth abundant

11. With what it diverted from the coffers.
None but the father of clans is a people,

12. Who mastered these days by merit.
The piercing thrust that pierces the flank

13. With alarm and pouring crimson blood.
A presence like an abyss, as if

14. The flooded tent overflowed from fullness.
Striking valour in the dust, though the wind

15. Would not drink what it pours.
Above wretchedness the wretched have free reign

16. Between their feet and their sandals.
The denier of prophets saw her and

17. Verified the accounts of the buraq.
His concern is with the envious, not with

18. Her and her charms that speak for her.
The discerning, steadfast in patience,

19. No affair can trouble or alarm him.
O clan of Judham the son of Lukman, may

20. Your columns not diminish in battle.
They cast fear into the hearts of enemies,

21. So fighting came before encountering.
The oryxes, accustomed by them,

22. Nearly bolt at the sight of necks.
When the knights dread the striking of spears,

23. They dread out of overpowering dread.
Every coat of mail in death looks more beautiful,

24. Like a full moon in its perfection.
Deeming his armor his purpose, if not,

25. Dishonor watches for him without it.
Nobility that armored their flanks,

26. It is like water in thin, delicate skin.
And glory, if anyone but them claims it,

27. Clings to him the guilt of a thief.
O son of one whom whenever he appeared

28. Though absent in form, his nature was present.
If you hid your identity to a people

29. Who swore you were his son in divorce,
How can the palm frond and horizons

30. Withstand your palm, like a palm to the horizons?
The use of iron against you is little,

31. None meets you but one whose sword is of hypocrisy.
Being accustomed to this air cast into souls

32. That pigeons are bitter in taste.
Sorrow before the soul’s separation is frustration,

33. Sorrow cannot be after parting.
How much concealed abundance have you relieved

34. With the spear, concealed by its owner’s stinginess?
Wealth is ugly in the hand of a wretch,

35. As ugly as a noble reduced to begging.
My words on the sun of your deeds are not like the sun,

36. But like sunlight to the sun.
The poet of glory, his style, the poet of words,

37. Both, the Lord of meanings picks and chooses.
You never ceased hearing praise, but

38. Not the neighing of steeds, only braying.
Would that I had, like your grandfather in his times,

39. Prestige or sustenance from sustenances.
You were in it, and every age