1. Is it from tipsiness her figure sways,
Or has her eyelids wine poured o’er her gaze?

2. When she saw a loved one bound away
She scattered tears like pearls in disarray

3. Though farewell gives me joy, its pain
Still sears my hidden wound again

4. When she saw our love had no relief
She bade farewell and welcomed grief

5. Her eyes narrowed with her flowing tears
As the heart of the departing knew its fears

6. And if their drink you find is bitterness
Then fix your eyes upon the limitless seas

7. Withhold your hand from base men, even if By withholding it knows poverty
And to the prince I come wearing

8. A purpose that turns the shadows to dawn
And a breast that if I sought thereby

9. The wild beasts their claws would apply
A glance, if it pride or disdain did show

10. Turning askance from you, aloof in its glow
The redness of his clothes makes you forget

11. And the full moon radiance of his face is set
He stirs as if beneath his carpets four

12. Burning coals that sparks do pour
As though when he sweats, the dew

13. Does with droplets the meadows strew
He runs his steed, its reins contort

14. As green branches when their youth sport
The poor did praise, lasting as long

15. As life, my prince in prose and song
He brought noble deeds near though aloof

16. Banishing hardship with his proof
In East and West made knowledge bright, his

17. Renown by the winds in every place is borne
And if the clouds should radiance hide

18. The winds for him would scatter it wide
The hopeful meet him, smiling his way

19. Gentle and kind in night and day
His resolves transform the dark places

20. A shining sword in town and wasted spaces
Awake, seizing chances that he makes

21. And patience the path to glory he takes
In young warriors their forts white

22. As silver coins, their spears are bright
They seek the coolness that night-clouds spill

23. On the meadows, their ardour to fulfil
In cultivated ones graced to behold

24. The stars in the dust as flowers of gold
With green Indian swords the men are seen

25. In red turbans their heads between
The spear-tips like eyes yearn and gleam

26. From the horsemen, midst the war-cry’s scream
Their coated mail seems in the first light

27. Deceit that the dawn makes take to flight
A folk whose oaths when darkness nears

28. Are light itself, dispelling fears
They ruled and their rule my prince did bless

29. With glory adorning prose and verse
A king, when his swords are drawn,

30. His foes' blood spills, poured out on the lawn
He oppressed the foe, wealth sought too

31. With might advancing, payment due
Still his might the foes oppresses

32. And his blows fall, without redresses