1. I have a complaint against fate, will it disappear?
And I have a right with it, will I get it?

2. My luck stumbled between my fate and its people
So neither its people are loyal, nor is fate saying it

3. I will write with the ink of high ambitions
With the pen of my determination and opinion like it

4. And I will ask the days about my intention which
My fate demands of it and procrastinates it

5. So even if I pretended to be oblivious from myself
In the soul there is something, its signs are not hidden

6. It will be known, O friend, by one who was ignorant of it
And sees it with the sight of a wise eye

7. Indeed, a lifetime I spent by the hand of passion
On providing for the family of heedlessness, increasing its disasters

8. So man is oblivious to the worth of his soul
And his ignorance in giving what he is giving

9. It contains what nothing else
Can independently handle some of it except it, and its virtues spread among people

10. So I am content with the deficiency after being characterized
By what the elements of perfection require of it

11. So man is ashamed of the virtue of his essence
And the deficiency he did has spread about him

12. He wasted the precious lifetime, and murdered his end
He has repented from the allegiance he sold its killers to

13. The full moon of existence appeared to him after
Its first steps firmed in the corners of nonexistence

14. And it qualified him, whoever was best in making
The secrets of knowledge whose torches enlightened

15. So neither did knowledge contain him, nor did his soul protect him
Nor did his mind guard the fortress of deficiency

16. So oh how I wish when he did not win a virtue
He would be embarrassed to be clothed with humiliations

17. Is it not troubling for man when time passes
While falsehood in him becomes strong?

18. Yes, free souls are troubled by the breaths of an hour
Wasted in vain while knowledge is the purest of its springs

19. Is not knowledge the elixir of happiness for the young man?
Is not knowledge honor that did not part from its carrier?

20. By my life, knowledge is his spirit and body
And the existence of the young man, and the mind, O friend, is its worker