1. Turn towards her, O caravan
There is no shame in companions helping one another

2. Each has a heart but no pain
Yet I have pain but no heart

3. Other than a soul I keep repeating
And a tearful eye that pours forth weeping

4. Our stance on the day of anguish
When the herd was exposed to calamity

5. Gazelles glancing with their eyes at dawn
Their palms covering their faces like masks

6. They look through the lattice of distance but
The forbearing among the tribe do not glance or look

7. From each alluring gazelle her wrist
Appears so the heart sorrows and the heart pines

8. The hearing finds her reproach sweet
For the agony of love is sweet torment

9. She stretched out a hand to bid me farewell
So the love-smitten youth drew near

10. Like an arrow its shooter brings closer
Yet because of distance that nearness

11. How many nights have I spent in passion
Without gaining intimacy throughout them

12. How those loved ones departed and so
My sorrow until love itself departed

13. Today I guarded the veil of my heart lest
White hands violate what veils guarded

14. And if my tears gather in groups
The burdens of sorrows your abandonment a shackle

15. So let the slanderers delight that they
Kindled for us a fire that will not die out

16. They cast filth into the eye of our familiarity
Until that clear drink was muddied

17. I sent to the one who reproaches what
Should satisfy them but blame multiplied

18. A neighbor sacrificed his blood
For reconciliation but war increased

19. And when the time of corruption comes you see
From where one seeks to rectify, troubles magnify

20. And when it passes the one with little soul
In it returns humiliated, the mighty

21. My days do not last and how many times
Has ceasing to overcome resulted in being overcome

22. I rose early with vigor
While dawn in the darkness is still toddling

23. And the caravan appears led by
The elite of a people under whom are the best

24. Made of each letter of the name Saad
Whose inflections alternate between nominative and accusative

25. It walked, its shadow playfully caressing it
As if a follower, over it hovering

26. Supreme power and honor touched us gently
And beauty invited water and vegetation

27. It chose a land in which will settle
The judge of judges so we were blessed

28. Its steps were spacious in the shrine of a youth
Whose courtyard for visitors is vast

29. A pillar which Islam leans on firmly
To which both non-Arabs and Arabs made pilgrimage

30. A sun whose radiance
Illuminates East and West through it

31. And the Nile became a thin script of a
Solitary pen which by its strokes inspires awe

32. And opinions are subservient to its opinion
Like a skin disease one treats with it

33. It places matters in their proper places
So its praise by the elite remains eternal

34. O Majid, for the loftiness of its ambition
Nobility above the highest clouds

35. No eye has seen the like of it in any time
Nor books mentioned the same

36. From a people whose clouds’ shadows
Drive away barrenness from those hopeful of rain

37. White of face so in their shining of teeth
Are peaks overlooking while in their gaps are slopes

38. A sphere that shades the servants when
It turns, its opinion most exalted

39. Through it the celestial torch of the religion of guidance shone
Through them noble origins arose and to it is sublimity

40. Indeed it ascended as high as it willed the towering stature
For the celestial torch of religion above which flames kindled

41. So you two remained decked in worn-out garments
Of honor which cannot be pilfered

42. Until you see this celestial torch tomorrow
And behind it meteors from its progeny

43. O supporter of religion whom you see
While your tongue without it is barbed

44. With the swords of opinion you support it
And the Hindu sword can bend

45. A type of deed you undertake
Which no censure can equal nor any blow

46. O you just in your rule, never
Have I glimpsed from you the slightest neglect

47. Through you I came to seek justice for my time
Though its adversities if you do not help are formidable

48. Until when will its events attack
And until when will my heart to them be prey?

49. I was generous to a people in creation contemptible
Yet for that contempt to me they milked rancor

50. And I planted hopes to sweeten for me
But their fruits the soil did not ripen

51. Luck is not present unless its onset comes
Naturally so pulling its reins is futile

52. My assumption about them was different
And assumption is an edge that can veer

53. If some insight can save them from it
And a crack from splitting is made accessible

54. Then it falls short of its objective
The hands of the generous but the steps of the late fulfill

55. Dawn never comes into being definitively
Unless what did not exist comes into being

56. O companion, were it not for His care
For His loyal ones, even the vast would be straitened

57. My state, contrary to custom, prevents
It fell ill, and you are the one to cure it

58. What pains me most is that its illness
Came from where a cure was anticipated

59. Take it, shaking from so much passion
As if its tellers were intoxicated

60. Adorned and the adornment of gardens, clouds
Having drawn their tails over them

61. Revealed to you, and what maiden
Whose virginity you did not seek in marriage

62. And to you, not from you, I complained of it
So listen, for your path is the path of guidance

63. And if you sharpen resolute intention
My victory, for God's party is my party

64. So when can I say, since
My requests from you are fulfilled, enough!

65. How many nights I remained sleepless and anxious
But now the eyelid and the side are still

66. Preoccupy me with seriousness from you that revives me
For time is an era whose entirety is play

67. As for poetry, it preoccupies me from it
An era whose chest hides cunning

68. Today its prosody amazes me
And I have lived long but it still amazes me

69. The nets of the generous ensnare an ode composed
With the wonderful beauty of its verse love

70. So roar with the first of skills what
Beginnings approve of and endings cultivate

71. For generosity is a single deed by which
Both your thankful servant and Lord are grateful