1. Is there any affection in the betrayer who yearns
Or any who grieves over losing it?

2. Or will reproaching the heedless benefit you
As he continues faultfinding without watching himself?

3. Make faultfinding your habit with the foolish
While the wolf's habit is to faultfind the rider

4. Some whose punishment by your pardoning them
How many accomplished by pardoning the punished?

5. Perhaps you may meet the most disobedient sinner
Arrogantly dressed in the garb of the most obedient penitent

6. He gives you advice in the tongue of the peaceful
Yet plots evil in the heart of the warrior

7. Prudence is believing the professing enemy
And gratifying the displeased friend

8. Indeed, chivalry has taught me a virtue
That guides brilliance to the piercing flame

9. I tend to the reins of my supporters and adversaries
And guard the secrets of my associates and strangers

10. And justify myself with talk of the days of youth
From my self-importance and the primes of my pleasures

11. He who carries delusion still takes from me
My pen and the gazelles of delusion, plunderers

12. Passion for adventure and adventure in passion
Buried my youth in the dishonor of old age

13. So I complained of a watcher or a watcher
And was pained by an eyebrow or eyebrows

14. By God, it never occurred to you that you would see
This seriousness appear in the features of a wanton

15. The will of the hero, embracing his spear
Repels it, so the will of the weak prevails

16. I have experienced this life until it
Became troublesome, with its events and my trials

17. And found it like a sword that makes no distinction
Between those who were struck by it and the striker

18. And I accepted the excuse of the people of this time because they
Took the path of the people of the bygone time

19. They were created to reject loyalty to others
And clung to treachery, a blow without a dodger

20. In the nature of each tasked
Is to carry hopes beyond what's obligated

21. And livelihood springs from the comfort of the sedentary
For its rise from the strife of another seeker

22. The temperament of the days hides my virtues
From the eye of its beholder and reveals my faults

23. The days of my life vary in their course
They tell the winds: is there any reproacher?

24. The state jokes between the pulling of
Some of its features and fattening between loins

25. They were divided and that is the good fortune of some
And they threw behind them the fortune of the absent

26. If I attained the honor of the crowned
I would not be without a guide and false assumptions

27. Since I chose badly, but misguidance
Led my steeds to baseness

28. They looted and submerged in demanding praise
Yet demanding praise of the looter is a hideous matter

29. Since it is their habit to deny rights, do they have
A habit of stilling the tongue from censure?

30. Now between me and my insight
The veil is lifted so success is my purpose

31. I spare the trouble in dispraising the prohibitor
Myself, and in obliging the granter

32. Behold, the land of Oman is the most fragrant spot
And the sultan's supporter is the most noble companion

33. He still builds glory either in councils' breasts
Or in the hearts of processions

34. And to his hands I directed my ambitions
And upon his heights I placed my requests

35. Shall I reproach the brothers for monopolizing them
And be the worst reproacher?

36. They wore with their service to him God-given gifts
Not like gifts adorned with positions

37. So if their hopes are in his intimacy
The intimacy of embryos to loins is most fit

38. A moon whose realm for your fortune its tower
Shoots the enemies with resolves like planets

39. So pulpits are his and the eulogizer preferred
One whose achievements and warrior were Lord

40. And the banners that rise under it forever
Stars of spears and arrows

41. The steeds still resemble the enemies
At night whether sought or flee

42. So the ground complains of their galloping on one side
And the atmosphere of their neighing on the other

43. The elite troops under every battalion
As if the imagination there was clothed in fleeing garb

44. Of every finest thing for life, a releaser
Under armor yet courting valor

45. He still combines authentic might
Manifesting the glorious, and sound opinion

46. The citadels whose edges
Kings of non-Arabs and Arabs perished

47. Formed into suns, so in their sheaths they remain
While the crescent moves between east and west

48. The chaste land succumbs to their sharpness
After waywardness and refusing suitors

49. And virtues have shone lamps of darkness green
With envy, if titled with virtues

50. And wonders of generosity, if you investigate
Among the generous, are no wonders

51. The king bears witness they are in their loyalty
Enough to ward off the evils of the rebellious

52. His supporters in every grave sedition
And protectors in every contentious matter

53. This sublime one, truly, so is there a poet
Who describes the sublime as I described, or a writer?