1. What can I say to those who blame me - nothing
Except tears whose flow is my only answer

2. O you who descend upon the worshipper's pain
We never heard of Paradise in torment

3. My words were too weak to express my tears
So they borrowed the branches' lamentation

4. O you who borrowed my tears, wait
As you know my tears are pouring

5. How good was my home on the hillside
And my time, neighbor, and youth

6. Where there were no spies but the meadow’s scent
And no cupbearer but the cups

7. That was a quarter that forgave the torment of time
And life passed with loved ones

8. When the sun of morning disappears, by my life
The sun of glory has not disappeared behind the veil

9. God made the virtues' sun rise
Compensating people for the loss of meteors

10. His poetry said truthfully
The eagle's nest belongs to the eagle's son

11. What branch grew and spread its shade
Covering its length over students

12. Bountiful in generosity, cheerful in manner
Long in praise, rewarding in judgment

13. Bringing together the virtuous in gift
And the chaste through endeavor

14. Raising the veils of modesty
While he is the light of a rising moon behind a veil

15. His palm carried lightning so we said
How good is lightning flashing in the clouds

16. What overflowing merit and abundance
Walking the path of righteousness all his life

17. He relieved the nighttalk from enemies' quarrel
And stopped sharp tongues' prolonged assault

18. He is like endurance in the mind but
How much healing we gained from his touch's droplets

19. Sometimes he spills blood on the ground
Other times he turns the cups' top vintage

20. Like Moses' stick in his hand, in it
For the King's fever the finest cures

21. His generosity embraced us though time was barren
So the robe of fate yielded

22. Nothing advanced in scripture
Except the discord of fate was secured by scripture

23. O Chief, by it fate was disciplined
When it transgressed all proper behavior

24. How can I fulfill my debt for your gifts
When the least of them has overwhelmed me

25. How can I count their sum when each moment
Shows what was not in the count before

26. Your door of good fortune never closed
It shone for the caravan of poems as the finest door

27. Our compositions caused them commotion, and poems
Must have a reason to be composed