1. For the ruins' remnants appearing,
The land empty of its people, inoperative,

2. Seized by every humiliated one,
Feeding it with rising and descending,

3. The garden of sorrow wished for its prosperity,
To have for it a wrap not separated,

4. The wilderness mediated its betrayal,
Not knowing the year from the reception,

5. No harm from who was stingy with his promise,
Whether he was generous or justified with falsehood,

6. I seek refuge for the pure stream of Majdoul,
Pulling the inclination of its bending branch,

7. What sin do I have towards your people,
Except your love, oh essence of deadly passion,

8. And they have no other than their interpretation,
That I keep my flag raised,

9. Or I wish for a tender one among the loved ones,
Flowing without barrier or repeller,

10. So I ask the attainer of its spirit,
Who is stingy in responding to the questioner,

11. Is there for the blackness of hair a returning,
Or a trick for its separating color,

12. I said to the sweet talker his words allure me,
How needy is the word for a doer,

13. I am incapable of straightening the critic,
And who can cure the disease of the ignorant,

14. I neither carried a female nor walked
The like of the pride of the perfect state,

15. I execute and do not falter in a problem,
That the mind of the sensible one neglects,

16. There came with the wind conversing with it,
A letter like the letter of the ample feather,

17. Bringing orders to obey and prohibitions,
And his matter like the descending decree,

18. Neither the fence of anger nor his disdain,
Prevent the fairness that includes all,

19. He made his pardoning the judge of his power,
And adorned the steps with execution,

20. The mountains of Nahawand and its surroundings,
Were only morsels for the glutton,

21. They were long upon the non-Arabs without celebration
For the Arabs, people of nature and beauty,

22. Tall mountains buried in snow,
And roads that exhaust the questioner,

23. You hear the Jinn wailing in its valleys,
Whatever you want of truth and imagination,

24. And thieves like hungry wolves,
Snatching the wrap from the weaver,

25. It was not cured of its disease by Al Afshin,
And nor Al Lukhami the friend of losers,

26. Until he cured it while it was defiant,
I smite the example of the courageous lion,

27. Bathing in roses he has stains,
The two arms away from the shoulder,

28. He eats the land with growling,
As if it is the sea without a coast,

29. Birds fluttering away from his striking,
Almost reaching the hand of the shooter,

30. As if with it the eagle is a flag,
Between the spearhead and the worker,

31. Ask Shabir Khash his smashed pots,
What it did with the languid sword,

32. Its face follows directly in the calamity,
Like the polished sword in the hand of the sharpener,

33. And you sufficed the army so they did not miss,
An increase from your abundant height,

34. That is a day its promise is present,
In which the worker's deed benefits,

35. No triumphant attained what you attained,
In the present of fate and in the future,

36. With the full moons that made helpless,
The debasement of the rival and blamer,

37. There were before you its horsemen,
Battalions of victories now lost,

38. With al-Lur we exchange wishes,
What the soul promises of falsehood,

39. Woe to whom the export of it burdens,
If he carried the weight upon the carrier,

40. Then we turned to crazed horses,
Clothed with armor to Babylon,

41. And the abode has covered its horizons,
So its people are busy,

42. You lightened in their atmosphere with lightning,
That landed between parts of your pouring clouds,

43. Victory met you and did not alert from you,
The enemies the example of the neglectful,

44. Neither your shining sun obscured from us,
Nor your shadow by the departing,