1. O guide of the camel litter, stop by us at the sand dune
For today we have much yearning there

2. What if the departing group allowed
A glance through the litter's curtain that did not last

3. They said, "We see you are without illness," so I said to them
"The illness is in the body, not the illness in the constitution

4. In the heart from you are sorrows, if they were uncovered
My reproachers among you, what kept reproaching me

5. Is there in passion an enemy who does not cheat me
Or a friend who does not reprimand me

6. He does not know the house unless he stood lamenting it
And does not ask about it except about tranquility

7. And I have a heart, when you order it in the morning
With patience, it spends the evening ordering me without patience

8. And a waster, whenever I associate with him, he interrupts me
Out of hatred towards me, and if I associate with him, he distances me

9. And if I complain to him about some of his harshness
The rocks of my evils softened while he did not soften

10. He has spurned me until his knocker in the darkness of night
Intentionally does not knock on me

11. By God, the days of the pride of the king who
Virtues clung to him like the soul to the body

12. And one who gives generously what his fingers contain
Of precious things secretly and openly

13. You have given until it is as if generosity was invented
And no favor had ever happened before

14. By God, your eminence, and the heroes stand in awe
And today scolds with bundles and gifts

15. And the spears rip every weak heart
From the resting place like the supple branch

16. In the back of the belly's cavity languishing
As if it were the vessel of a spring brought down in floods

17. Say to those who wanted to achieve his goal
Where is the nadir from the banners and flags

18. How much you were guided while none guides but Him
Through darknesses - if dawn passed through them, it would not appear

19. I love him, and that is little, despised
The love of the stranger, the distant one to the homeland

20. And I accept his kingdom after my soul
Turned away from the Compeller King who owns me

21. And I hope for days I foresee them
Invisibly, with no falsehood, fatigue, or activity in them

22. May all who have a narrow-spirited nature ransom you
Tightfisted to his hopers, narrow in livelihood

23. He has not stopped while people are different in their natures
Some are fertile in generosity, fully cowardly

24. He wants to gain elevation easily without fatigue
And how much the elevation is built from a rough ship

25. Only the one dignified attains honor
Turning away from incapacity, sheltering from feebleness

26. He throws riches on the face of the ground forever
And leaves the rubbish discarded on the fats

27. Time is indebted to us after ambition even if
Apart from you, it was pleased with a server, it would not come close

28. So now we run to pleasures and take them
Without any excuse that grieves us or any rope

29. You were gladdened by the feast and your meadows got used to
Its bliss - every plain from the valleys

30. And you lived fully the springtimes of fate
Even if the vicinities went mad in the tightest insanity

31. And you do not miss any bliss you were used to
And you do not disappear from a purpose in it, tire or become base

32. This praise, if its praises
Fall short of you, then grandeur's distance excuses me

33. And who can, even if his eloquence is perfected
Praise all that you were given of beauty