1. After you, my sorrows have become severe, so do not blame me
I have sold the passion of love in the most precious way

2. Do not think I have harbored love in my liver
Except with the utmost fortitude and great ambitions

3. The nobility of the exalted has not left my sphere
A remainder for the collision with the daughter of dreams

4. You have reaped fruits from me you did not plant
By God, they only ripened over my blood

5. Watering those whose opinions were not guided
By one who slipped between the paths of excuse and regret

6. When a man's intimate talks have changed
He quenches you from his love with fresh infatuation

7. O Lord, make the affection of the intimate disavow
And remove his heart from the sickness of despair

8. I have tempted my forbearance with him and given him
My determination and made his love the choicest of my ambitions

9. Until I removed the reigns of glory from my neck through him
And acquitted me from the debt of generosity

10. What business do I have with fate trying to make me drink
From its basin less than it intends to drink my blood

11. I have risen from you with a cup of injustice, if your
Whisper falls on my ear only out of deafness

12. Ask me about the sweet time, its springs
So an eloquent saying may enlighten the beholder

13. I have ridden it wild, unrestrained
By any goal, panic-stricken

14. And it has delighted me with meanings that did not inherit
In my hands other than humiliation

15. Long has fate been arrogant towards me over people
So look at it, I have nursed it with my attributes

16. Enough of life for me is what my soul does not settle for
Nor what I stipulate upon my foot

17. For if gifts were according to their omens
The springs of abundant moisture would flow

18. And I do not care if I strive
Without attaining what I love of the shares

19. By God, my soul demands a wondrous livelihood
At which the lip of old age smiles in determination

20. And a man may attain his wealth
Through what the creation sees as nearest to extinction

21. And my benefit in drinking cold water, I drink it
While in my side lies a heart that is not courageous

22. Let me disturb the intestines of the countries, for
The bitterness of life is only from the bits of pain

23. If my right hand releases its well-trained
Neck, then there are no reins over bodies for ambitions

24. And if my steps rise over my energetic stance
Then say to the expulsion of calamity, if you wish, intrude

25. It is enough for glories that I have attained its peak
And that I am its visitor over all nations

26. How can my departure not inflame the orbit
While the spark of Musa's son climbs my trunk

27. A branch that followed its predecessors, reaching them
As the dawn glow reached the darkness

28. Who is like Al-Hussain when the horses excited him
The striking of knights with Indian swords

29. And melted patience in the intestines of a pregnant woman
A fire from death or a touch from boredom

30. He goes to the first determination which awakened his senses
Not resting for abstinence towards accusations

31. With every sharp sword accusing lifespans
But in the glories he is not an accuser

32. His habit is to divide eggs in turmoil
So blood to soil, and parts to vultures

33. He does not seek legal dispensation from other than his own support
Indeed, courage in it is the strongest of pacts

34. How many springs have its drinking made heroes recoil
You have satisfied the ardour of gazelles in it from confusion

35. And positions whose embers make the feet slip
You have guided the blindness of ostriches in it to the morsel

36. You wade in the sea of calamity where glory is its coast
With a forgiving face or a vengeance-taking deed

37. Since there is no lewdness except in a sulking mouth
And no hand for calamity except over suppression

38. Glory cannot be attained but by every brandisher
Who throws himself into the fray with an unvirtuous soul

39. Of disciplined thoughts in the heights, allotting
Glory will not gather but every allotter

40. O you for whom hopes lean as
The breeze leans the waving of treetops

41. Do not accept lowliness for me, I am not its companion
Little for little and glory for glory

42. Are people attributed anger that does not control them
In the towering heights except to ambitions?

43. The matters of the brave lion of the forest have debased
To remain eternally in the bellies of betrayal and suppression

44. May God only refuse you but what is His habit
Towards your envious ones, so flow in thanking it blood

45. They have exhausted scheming, if fate allowed them
And they awoke, though the time has not slept

46. Inequity has given its workers their reward for it
And the planter of inequity reaps the harvest of vengeance

47. They have only startled you undeserved
And only threw at you without being demolished

48. One day when Allah gives you drink from His hand
A rain from which the plantation of blessings is watered

49. And on this Eid undermine the hopes of our enemies
For it is more worthy of being eradicated than blessings

50. For long has their army pranced around us
While you prance in the sanctuary inviolable

51. The pride of one whose virtues are few
Is poetry, and the pride of poetry is that my words adorn it

52. Were it not for you I would not glance in its intimacy
Nor would I know for it to the listeners my mouth