1. When they struck Kazima, the tents
Shall I find one to convey her a greeting?

2. The tribe’s compassion is below the living one, wandering while yearning
For an opening, and the snatching of the eggs is a concern

3. The enemies are below the loved ones, we descend
I visit them stealthily and stormily

4. I subdue them attacking and transgressing
And I make them yield to the meaning in bewilderment

5. When our horsemen shook a spear
Their beloveds shook a spear for us

6. And if their throats were watered with blood
Our throats were watered with tears of anguish

7. My eyelid is seldom awake no matter how
A blamer breathes with injustice concealed

8. A covenant which if we fulfilled desire
We would cry every day of it a year

9. Its time met speedily our glances from it
What a covenant you are, O pillar

10. I hoped for the permanence of your connection, and ignorance
Would that the sun's light lasted

11. They blame me in the morning without a crime
More just, you do wrong and I blame

12. You blame me for remembering Layla’s family
While your blame increases my passion for them

13. You do not lack blame with benevolence
As the beautiful one does not lack dispraise

14. No, by God, I don’t keep any covenant
With the intention I deserve blame

15. How Umm Tal wandered
Grazing the flowers of Khuzama

16. She appears between the hills and the figure shows
The best glance from her of caution divided

17. We hoped for her glance for healing
But her eyelashes returned us to sickness

18. So I became, settled with no rest
And sorrows did not cease visiting me steadily

19. When one day my heart desires demise
It settles nearer to grief in it busily

20. So arise my friend to the horses
Painfully bored of this dwelling

21. And solve the mind from the noble spirits
Delusions in their times ascended

22. Their foreheads compete with us until
Their mouths smile with blood and spittle

23. And the pacing horses surpass opponents
Proudly boasting to them their servants

24. As if, while the horses are ours
We were created in their sheaths as arrows

25. The world had not known before my companions
Arrows with their spears thrown

26. They aim from the heights a far goal
To bring it near shining and determined

27. So I was not greeted by days of jest
When the people of purpose hoped for purpose

28. If they allow me a truly honest friend
I will make my blame for them a protector

29. How many caravans I have
Circling Iraq or Damascus

30. And of the charming ones my hopes spoke to
Filling an ear so I filled it with speech

31. I blamed the ignoble ones so my friends said
“Days you address or sleep you address?”

32. So blame however you wish and blame me
However you throw you strike the ignoble

33. But visit the people of the garden if
You want to meet the generous

34. The world was not created but changing
And they were not created but clouds

35. The pages of glory were adorned
With their mention, opening and ending

36. As if, when they met armies
The order of the state restrained the zeal

37. Stars, their proximity to its light increased
Their beauty, the full moon to the utmost

38. So if your country thirsts for a generous one
Time calls him, integrating harmoniously

39. The gazes of hopes see in him
Fingers that reveal the thick clouds

40. And fame guides the lost towards him
Imagining through it a lofty mountain

41. Honest with people, no sullen face seen from him
Nor an opinion lost from him

42. A time woke at seeing him
And a foot traced his eyelids so it slept

43. And my tongue eulogized him
While it was fasting from abbreviating poetry

44. None ascended the heights of glory
But the great one who relieves the greatest sorrows

45. He has a pen, nights proceed with it
So they follow obediently and structurally

46. We did not see any pen in a palm
That became for the time of its owner a rein

47. He rose above pursuing the nights
And opposed them with refusal and judgment

48. Time wandered confused in darkness
So it wanders confused in the dawn of darkness

49. And the subtleties of glory appear from it
When he makes the ink for it a wrapping

50. With a generous palm, continuous pearls
He bestows with diffusion and arrangement

51. The dawns stoop to the youth of pens as whites
For the signs of eloquence, sharp or in pairs

52. And the blacks emerge showing
The banners of truth so as to satisfy the Imam

53. O you I visited whose songs removed distresses
So the gloomy days smiled at me

54. Meeting you distracted me from the memory of distance
Your proximity brought me happiness and regard

55. So one who met pilgrims does not complain
If he looked upon the Sacred House

56. I saw you help one who comes miserable
To the refuge of glory and returns disciplined

57. Your palm in seeking aid is rain
But I only want concern

58. Above aid, I came to want
And the like of you handed out great gifts

59. So your resolute determination
Continues to grant people favor and revenge

60. The state of Hashim appointed you
So you remain as you were called: its system

61. If it boasts, you become its tongue
Or it defeats, you become its sword