1. The question of this age, what am I satisfied with
I asked you for God's sake, how are the ambitions

2. For I have a heart that does not see taking as spoils
And it must be given favors

3. Yet it lets swords pass through with its heart
And it pierces the chests of spears and the spears are bare

4. With the love of nights, not with my love that
I ardently go to do it favors and I hasten

5. So if it meets separation and its Lord
Stabs me while exposed and defending

6. Horses act in its place and I do not claim for it
And they raid while I do not raid calamities to it

7. The stratagem of oppression I refused and a night
I walked so glory is what I am making

8. I unveiled its lights and the stars are as if
They are eyes for it, the sky's dress veils

9. Take off from yourself the clothes of modesty, for we
Are the honorable of love, our secrets and beds

10. For the loss of ignorance and reason is winning
It is definite to me you are makers

11. Lo, so fear what is hoped for, your passion descends
And do not fear what is feared, your passion ascends

12. For neither benefits but with misfortune harmful
Nor harmful but with fortune beneficial

13. My night has lingered with the mountains, visiting me
Mountains of worries heap up and intertwine

14. I gather my hands over my heart fearing
When a flash from the east shines for me

15. And it does not benefit the heart which its intimacy appeared
If passions fly to gather the ribs

16. The time leans its head to me and only I have the echo
And the people have from it winds and streets

17. And if I were one who barges into the crowd and its roses
I would intertwine and the followed is no doubt a follower

18. And how can my soul when it was coerced over roses
Obeyed, and if not, it left while falling

19. And if there were no people who love dew
Without asking, the motives would have disputed it

20. So the son of the Maghribi lived for it, for he
His voice called him to the praise of men, means

21. My brother, friend, beloved, my paradise
And my sword, my spear, and the heart which escorts

22. Every part of him is a position for death
And his lowest voice for the clouds, natures

23. A youth the world feels at ease with him and he is lonesome
And it comes closer to his passions and he is vast

24. He experiments the experimentation of the stupid one, and with him
Suspicions about the army of the absent, scouts

25. As so one who surrounds wisdom from its sides
And defeats what rivals him from his thoughts

26. The sights tell him about their notions
So if he says a saying, the hearings told him

27. From the people, the slanderer of the tongue, when
The strings of words meet and the assemblies turn to him

28. He competes with them for his religion and he is a fighter
And he precedes them in his knowledge and he is calm

29. And he stabs them from his words with Indian swords
Smiths of the horizons whose edges are sharpened by events

30. So if the constitution of constitutions were not before him
Then they would be taken from what he says, constitutions

31. As so you are unless our words falls short
And there is no doubt that it falls short and it is eloquent

32. And the day the lips were named by your name, they became in the morning
Corners of the Roman country and they are monasteries

33. It has turned to seek safety with its people
And not the heart if you tried it would prevent you

34. An evening the hearts are scattered
And the birds of heights above them fallers

35. And every body of a critic with his chest
A path the tongues tread spacious

36. Aid me today with Sword of the State sword that I see
I deceive my enemies with it and I make

37. I say to them that the clouds are gathering
Tomorrow over my country and the clouds are fallers

38. And that my hand is outstretched from his support
It pulls favors and the favors pull together

39. So if I said I cannot deflect his answer
Then the like of me cannot be depleted and the like of you interceding

40. And with you if disputes show their flames
Or the torn by spears hug the infants

41. A tongue that has the edge of swords, cutting
And a palm that has the deafness of spears, fingers

42. Are they not from hands? When the votive cries
With its signs, aren't its weeping pulled from you?

43. The wild beasts refrain from them and they are bits of iron
And the sharp swords pass by them, cutting

44. Your sword scabbards, as if
Their sword scabbards for them are burqas

45. So if destiny insisted on visiting me
With its old ways, unleash what you unleash

46. For we evacuate the land and it has square tents
And we travel from it and the countries are rising

47. If it obeyed us we do not disobey and if it disobeyed
Then it did not obey us and the ridden are obedient

48. And how when the land is nothing but a slope
Which the ambitions say "Here he is, rising!"

49. For every land has raised its sights, each
From fervor until it hurt its enclosures

50. And they are not like intestines in fervor so why
Do they yearn for our figures and dispute?

51. And if we greeted them they did not see us blamed
For a glance or what wanders the tears

52. If we hit the milestones of its limits
So say to the heights which of your swords cuts?

53. Of eggs what does not benefit the man to carry
And if he sold it one day so in it benefits

54. And I do not regret but you so endow me
With your books, I am satisfied with paper

55. And do not give a praiser over poetry earnings
Even if the rising stars were composed in it

56. So I clothe what you dress, you are a watcher abundantly
And I give abundantly what you give, you are a listener