1. May the messenger of lightning seize the reward,
And scatter for me the water of his tears scattered.

2. A treatment that nourishes the innocent,
So I pay it with a tear of the eye for a drop of the sea.

3. To water a beloved shred with destruction,
It pleases the eye of the drop to drink the drop.

4. And lends it the melted alloy, and only
My eye fulfills it from its tears generously.

5. And this is no shortcoming in it other than that
It is the temperament of sea water to melt the flowers.

6. My two friends, arise and hold back the paths of the breeze,
Fearing that my sigh may kindle the heat.

7. For the breeze is a wind generous to me
With the sign of what flows from the Lesser Heaven.

8. My friend, I mean the land where wishes alight,
And were it not for my adherence to truth, I would name it the Greatest.

9. My abode, nay my atmosphere, which exudes
The manners of my refinement, perfumed and scattered.

10. And my den from which I graduated,
If only I had been equipped with the feathers of determination to adhere to the den.

11. The green garden was not represented by it
With its stream as a river and its stars as flowers.

12. More radiant than it, and the bay is a stream,
And its courtyard’s flowers have gleamed radiantly.

13. The breeze has intoxicated the branches of its boughs,
And I did not count the breeze as wine before it.

14. Therein between the branch, the drop, and the breeze
And the flower of the meadow, I conceived my sublime manners.

15. When the living branch composes rhyme, my mind says:
Learn the system of prose from over here, poetry.

16. And if the wind of the breeze scatters the flower of the meadow,
I learned how to solve poetry, knitting it into prose.

17. Benefits of secrets there I gleaned,
And I did not see a garden other than it that recites magic.

18. As if the murmur of the wind praises its garden,
So it fills its mouth with its flowers, pearls.

19. O lanes of beauty, is there a look
From the highest banks to the dusty lane?

20. So I look from this to that as if
I am flirting when I courted her sister.

21. She is the flirtatious beauty who completes her beauty,
And her leaves have clothed her with green robes.

22. If she is proposed to, she gives the coins of her flowers,
It is not the habit of a beauty to pay a dowry.

23. The songbird of intimacy stood for her wedding,
Its trills carefully provoke the tender branch.

24. Say in a gulf that dresses the whale in armor,
But he cannot achieve victory with it.

25. When the crescent appears in it you see it
Like the page of a sword, its pommel designed yellow.

26. And when the full moon shines in it, you compare its surface
To a panel of alloy inlaid with ten pieces of gold.

27. And on the banks of a garden there, adjacent
To a river the horizon wishes the dawn would visit.

28. As if they are two sincere friends reproaching
And they cried from tenderness, that river.

29. And how many evenings I have at the verses of iron
Of intimacy in it except that it is bitter.

30. Evenings in which time was shy with their beauty
So the whips of lightning spurred their blond steeds.

31. Over them I raced the horses of my tears with my eyelids
When they rode reddish brown racetracks.

32. I entrust you with the well-favored plant, its basin
My tears have watered you, they are grateful clouds.

33. So in you are many a day that tempted me veiled,
Fulfilling its wishes so I immortalized it in mention.

34. For a sinner like the sea in its exceeding beauty
The Pleiades wish it could be their breast.

35. My tears and the drops, which of them took precedence
Cleansing the white sands, then the river, then the bridge.

36. And brothers of sincerity, if I fulfilled their rights
Their radiant faces would not part from my eye.

37. And had I not fulfilled the right of myself, I would not
Spend the night allowing their separation, bitter.

38. I did not choose this distance except out of necessity,
Does the eye permit that it lose sight?

39. God decreed that the house distance me from them,
God intended by that for me to blame fate.

40. By God, if I attained wishes I would not praise them,
It is not the habit of the passionate to praise estrangement.

41. Does my heart enjoy pleasures without them,
An abode in which the traveling party finds in its folds months?

42. And accompany the guide of night drowsing and his letter
A “Raa”, a “Saad”, a “Noon” that curved and yellowed.

43. I ransom them, they hid away with their books,
So I met no news from them nor tidings.

44. And were it not for their endeavors I would have reproached them,
But the mares of glory do not carry rebuke.

45. I struck the dust of ruin in the racing field
Where I made the night, in its stroke, ink.

46. And I actualized that stroke completely in number and amount,
In multiplication and embellishment, so it produced for me yellowness.

47. As if my time is an unjust accountant
Who subtracts me in problems and does not master remedying.

48. So how many who know me envy my position
And praise me secretly and insult me openly.

49. For that I did not give myself its due
And I said to the flock of poetry, do not scatter mention.

50. So my thoughts did not cease being the virgins of my poems,
It is the nature of a virgin to befriend the womb.

51. And I am not, even if my arrows stray, in despair,
For with feared hardship comes ease.