1. I swear you are not harmed by what saddens you,
O you who is drowning, even in the tears of eyes.

2. O branch of Noah's ark, it is your duty
Upon you, before the doves of eternity.

3. Your people are comets of guidance,
Seeking reward for their patience.

4. Patience, O Ansar's sons, from a planet
That eyelids have stayed up nightlong yearning for it.

5. A branch of knowledge in growing up wellbred
That died of thirst unlike other branches.

6. Yearning for that crescent to which
The clouds split their clothes of darkness.

7. Yearning for a cheek's golden dinar
Whose youth was cut short by passing away.

8. I was angry at the noble ones in my state
Of anger, wrath, and I ranted from passions.

9. We belong to Allah - it had to be what
Abu Tammam feared would happen.

10. That being so, the meeting between us
Is soon to come, so the matter is imminent.

11. If absence kept them from coming to us
We'll go to them, being the firstcomers.

12. Condolences to our Master and his greetings -
All sorrows, next to it, are slight.

13. No eyes in the world have been heated
Until they shone and dimmed eyes.

14. Your person is not absent from a folk
To the Most High, by the stars they find guidance.