1. O tear, does sorrow have any hope in you?
For not every sorrowful one resorts to tears

2. And if you have exhausted what turned into tears, then borrow
The blood of the heart, and know that harming you benefits

3. The pillars of my world fell, pierced without stabbing
And my joy is severed by calamities

4. Souls over the brink, called by destiny
And they have no return even until the Day of Resurrection

5. And the graves of Zorah, my mother and father
Both my glories are ruined and severed

6. And in Rayy, the power of Ismail grew weak
And his spears are unleashed toward death

7. And not in good are the men whose loss I suffered
For the news of calamities is most painful

8. I lost a dutiful son of a protected mother
As the diseased infant loses the breast that feeds him

9. When the cheeks of the virgins lose their chastity
And they travel, they are content with modesty

10. I fear for you death in the blazing month
And I did not know the matter was revealed and hastened

11. And that death, when it came suddenly
Wore its garb and pretended for you

12. It comes toward me, seeking to cheer me up
But it does not know that with happiness I tremble

13. So may the dependent women, their ransom is
Protection from evil or a bedmate wherever they sleep

14. At night they cry out to me for their prayers
But do people ward off destiny, so I ward it off?

15. Fortune noticed the calamity to humiliate
Abdul Aziz and make him plead

16. Good for it whenever it turns away from me
While I from its events grow humble

17. You did not care, O fate, for my integrity
And left me what I used to forbid

18. Perhaps the heir of glory will ride its chest toward you
While between me and you but a handspan

19. You have declined, fallen in love after you were exalted
Al-Mamari said which of the two is more noble?

20. I imagined you morning, fascinated with staying
While you are about to leave, determined

21. So woe to me, I did not know you were a traitor
And I enjoyed your glance to the fullest

22. At a farewell, the eye does not hope to see
The like of it again, nor does the one bid farewell hope for reunion

23. To what reasoning and what excuse
And affectionate advice after your affection do I return?

24. And no pleasure remains in the days after you
Nor an amusement the amused plays with

25. The tear on the day of parting refused to help the sorrow
So no eye shed tears nor did tears pour

26. And if only when it told the harshness of destiny
It told my anguish or had anguished for the separation

27. I ransom myself and the honored ladies with
A sadness that rises in their breaths and ascends

28. You witnessed yet did not benefit an iota
When you saw what you do not love and heard

29. A slain victim at the hands of destiny, wiped out
In him the terror of despair battles hope

30. Fate struck my people with an arrow that hit them
And the one who aimed his heart did not know what to do

31. And I was their neighbor so I became their companion
Shall I be expelled from the fence of the courtyard and uprooted?

32. Shall I reside in a lowly abode with scoundrels
Where dogs are protected and friends are abandoned?

33. The departing wind dismantles their abodes
And my belongings have no place in the dwellings

34. So I am not content with baseness among them
Nor does my anger benefit the hot-tempered

35. And I buried glory on the day of Oreir
And was certain that after it I would grow frail

36. And I parted with youths, whose cheeks
Were like the bodies of palm trees in a shaking trunk

37. I bid farewell to one after the other
And dew decided not to return the escort

38. So the call for help of the screaming invoker was not answered
He called them to their fate so they hurried

39. I see the back of the plain bare of them
And they did not gather except to crumble

40. The chivalry and dew of the abodes of destruction
Stood still and said: how excellent is the well-prepared!

41. So who is there to fear the insects of evil and avoid them
And for good, the lowly outcast hopes for it?

42. The passing cloud watered graves as if they were
The backs of camels that were blessed while pregnant

43. And still a scabbard from the thunder remains sheathed
Yearning while the lightning from it flashes

44. Homes of despair, every day visited
By the tears of mourners and returning wailing

45. And that is not the loyalty of one who parts
With which absence of home pulls and brings together

46. I am content with the life, so neither its hardship
Do I fear, nor its ease do I anticipate

47. Nothing satisfies except our hopes and wishes
And how can what is anticipated not satisfy?

48. When a night comes, it is said where is its morning?
And they are all deceived by the night and morning

49. And how much bliss have I worn its gown
And evil for which all horizons rise

50. And pleasure that passed as if its union
Was the union of imagination while asleep and dreaming

51. With time, its misery and joy pass
As if they never were, and time is your entire life

52. And what good is a lifetime whose half is the harvest of destiny
And half in which one ails or laments?

53. I swear if given the choice
I would not be content except with the contract