1. O guide of sorrows, turn
Towards me, you were guided to Al-Tufouf

2. Turn towards that place
Of spaciousness and noble hospitality

3. Where soil lies here
As if on the ridge of a lofty mountain

4. Where villages pardon a guest's
Shortcomings

5. What doubts you have, other than mine
Of my staying or leaving

6. Rarely does the gentle soul
Blame me for my slight error

7. And when you see my tears
Flowing abundantly

8. Over her who turned away
From my court the hands of separation

9. And made me drink after parting with her
A cup of pure poison

10. As if when I heard
News of her death, I was like copious bleeding

11. Or a wounded man whose chest
And ribs were torn

12. Or a helpless man who abandoned his time
And retreated into fearful solitude

13. Oh death, how many scars
And wounds you have caused me

14. If only you had taken those
Who took my money and fine clothes

15. And avoided my cave and shunned
Whatever you wanted of caves

16. How many intimate friends
Have your arrows struck down

17. Who stayed with me in days of prosperity
And left me in summer

18. The strong have passed
And died amidst weak troubles

19. O revealer of diseases
That humble proud heads

20. O harvester of noble souls
From among curtains and veils

21. And disrober of bodies
Of garments and coverings

22. O doer of what you desire
By force despite unwillingness

23. How can I escape misfortune
And its paths when my grave is near

24. Or how can I be saved from one
Closer to me than my saddle's back

25. If I try to escape, my slowness
Will not let you know of my light step

26. You cannot be avoided with spears
Or swords

27. Humiliation is our lot
And love of the aloof, our banner

28. Like the deceitful, you hid
Idle and sprang with claws

29. You strip the devout of piety
And make the upright man stumble

30. And how many pure intimacies
Have you corrupted and defiled

31. And I had grown accustomed to her love
But returned deprived of the beloved

32. Empty-handed of fighting
And virtue and aloofness

33. All glory in life is for
The fickle and frivolous

34. Who forsake pleasures
And heed the loud call of inevitable death