1. My reproaching him did not stop his exuberant singing,
Rather, it increased his rapture upon his raptures.

2. And I see youth as anguish, if the separation
Had not made its sweetness bitter with its salts.

3. It is an abode where the tents' circles appeared
For the estranged, and its domes' suns intercepted.

4. They left like flocking gazelles, were it not for what I see
Of his emaciation, leanness, and wrinkled forehead.

5. Tears of his passions roam in his eyelids,
The water of his youth flowing on his cheek.

6. The bough of acacia sways under his clothes,
And the moonlight of the night shines under his veil.

7. So beauty is what it hides of its apples
Secretly, and what it reveals of its sprouts.

8. Will our days return, O tents?
Or is there no way to it after its passing?

9. Days I ward off its blame with its blame
From me, and mix its cup with its pure wine.

10. For your cup-bearer served you the sweetest of its zones,
And its disappearing clouds adorned you by disappearing.

11. The slanderers have cast at us the arrow of estrangement
To be shot with the arrow of estrangement it shoots with.

12. If only time had made the hearts of our loved ones
Yearn for us as Qina son of Abdullah yearned, or his ruins.

13. With weapons the warrior repairs between its stabbing
and striking,

14. It only repairs between its piercing and slashing.
He bends when the caves take away his courage,

15. And the souls of the hunted were among its booties.
He wronged the old man, though not of his enemies,

16. And loved the envious, though not of his loved ones.
So rain is shy to blemish his land,

17. And the lion is reluctant to prowl around his abode.
It attacks the watchtower and recoils while its traits

18. Cover its wide, spacious ascents and its robes.
Like a lion, the traces of war are evident

19. On its two sides, and in the youth of its canines.
The kings of Rome knew that their lives

20. And deaths are in his pardon and punishment.
Every year, a raid he spends

21. To tame the bells, and take from their monasteries.
He fulfilled until their valleys were blocked with lofty

22. Ubâb, covering the vast space with its torrents’ floods.
Like a mountain, nothing stops it from the defiant

23. Until it pounds his necks with its necks.
It drives Manûn’s steeds, out of zeal,

24. Or the deluge is challenged with its striding.
Until it freely relaxes in Caesar’s councils,

25. Controlling its crown and glancing at its turban.
God stripped Ali of his sword,

26. So he protected and warded off misguidance with its flies.
When my doctrines narrow around me,

27. I say, who has the spacious life between its expanses?
So I left its spring that anguish ropes

28. Are not untied except by the coolness of its drink.
And I entered the doors of regret, after

29. Events had blown me away from its doors.
It is the mistake of opinion which diminished wealth

30. With the evil of its consequence upon its consequence.
By the right of His blessing upon me and His gentleness -

31. An oath the listeners say is enough -
My soul did not inspire me to abandon His side

32. When departing, nor avoid His companionship.
How so when I reached the sky through His nearness,

33. And attained the farthest goal through His rewards?
And I comprehended the abundance of wealth from His endowment,

34. And the beauties of manners from His manners.
And I drew the coolness of arrogance, puffed up

35. With wonder when I became of His students.
But it is an opinion I was deprived of its guidance,

36. And distanced from its direction and correctness.
I do not praise the days after their nightfall

37. For a reason I reached through its reasons.
Shall I stand before anyone other than Him expectantly

38. And pitch the mounts of hope at His door?
Never! I am not one who vilifies when a person’s

39. Lightning flashes, so that his clouds are like his clouds.
I will gently provoke his kindness to fervor,

40. And steal away his heart with its allure.
Far from it! Even if the young man may heal with it

41. The pain of separation, it cured his burning thirst.
And I revel in it while the night has veiled the slopes

42. With its darkness, or the walls secluded with their veils,
Until the east returns wearing a garb

43. Of the crimson of dawn, or its everyday clothes,
Perhaps time will ripen the heat of my ardour

44. With the clear water of its spring and the coldness of its hail,
And so I may win the sweet, limpid drink, and fold