1. Is there a response for the questioner,
Or does it have a promise to speak?

2. It studied the new, its new school,
As if it is a smooth rock slab.

3. From the long crying of the clouds over
Its terraces, and the rumbling of thunder,

4. And the north and south winds blow,
And misfortune turns around after happiness.

5. It receives a northern shower and a southern downpour,
Both have stained its soil.

6. Its insides have covered its exterior,
With a light as if its brilliance is ice.

7. The folds come and go in the morning,
It is feeble in its limbs, unsteady in its nodes.

8. So I stood and asked it, but there is not in it
Except cooing, and muffled groans.

9. So tears of sorrows poured over
My cheeks, like scattering pearls,

10. Or like the sprinkling of lonely rain, and already
The rain clouds have gone fast with its water.

11. Suppressed in suffering, it waited
Until its misfortune ignites the rose.

12. My craving for rain, and it was not created
Except for the prolonging of my misery.

13. The white land has worn mourning dresses,
Beauty has worn it as its skin.

14. And braids its ponytails if it uncovers,
Tangled curly hair like burnt ashes.

15. The face is like the dawn, shining,
And the hair is like the night, dark.

16. They are opposites when they combine beauty,
And opposite reveals the beauty of its opposite.

17. Its forehead is smooth and its eyebrows
Are the twig of musk, more slender when extended.

18. It is as if it is, when it looks,
Drowsy or dozing off to sleep again.

19. With the languor of an eye without bleariness in it,
And with it bleary eyes are cured.

20. It shows you lively freshness adorned
With scent and a cheek whose color is rose.

21. And the rubbing of the toothbrush makes
A line like syrup the sweetest spread.

22. And its plump cheek is the cheek of one who recompenses
When the cold demands its due from it.

23. And from its limbs extends a branch
So it bends, followed by supple pearls.

24. And the two wrists, no favor or delicacy are seen in them,
Save that which is of the highest quality.

25. And it has fingers, if you wanted
To clasp them in your fist, it would be possible to grip.

26. It is as if its necklaces were watered
And the throat is the water of beauty when it appears.

27. And in its chest are two moles that I compared them
To camphor over which dew flows.

28. While the belly is folded as white fabric is folded,
Guarded by the gathered hem.

29.
And at its waist is a crease adorned

30. By a depressed line when it bends.
It has supple thighs, its narrowness

31. Distressed it, while its width gave comfort.
It is as if from its wideness a goblet

32. Which the family has eaten and the servant filled.
So if you stab, you stab into smoothness,

33. And if you slip in, it almost closes up.
And it has a rear that is settled, its narrowness

34. Distressed it and its width gave comfort.
So standing is bent when it rises

35. From its heaviness, and sitting is separate.
And the leg is fleshy, soft,

36. Wrapped so the anklet is fastened.
And the heel is soft, no

37. Size can be seen for it, nor does its end have a limit.
And it walked on two feet that are delicate

38. And soft, so the stride is complete.
It has no tallness or shortness in its creation,

39. Its stature is just right.
If there is no union for you with us

40. That would cure the misery, then let there be a promise.
Your bond was once more verdant,

41. Then loyalty withered and estrangement grew.
My God, when an abode parts with us

42. And remoteness comes between you and I.
If you accuse me, I hail from Tihama,

43. Or if you help, passion is our pillar.
And you claimed you secretly harbor

44. Affection for us, so why doesn't the affection benefit?
And when the lover complains of estrangement, and is not

45. Shown kindness, it kills him intentionally.
She snubs him with affection while she

46. Does not love what she does, such is passion.
Or don't you see a flirtatious one between them,

47. A man who persisted jokingly with seriousness.
The sword cuts while rusty,

48. And the blade rises high, not the scabbard.
Does the sword's ornament benefit it

49. The day of beheading when slaughter is sought?
And you knew well that I am a man

50. Who is righteous, staying or departing in good deeds.
I am safe from the lowest and tolerant

51. Of events, calm, patient.
Cloaked in the garb of chastity though

52. The watcher was neglectful and union was possible.
And avoiding the doing of ugly deeds though

53. The beloved drew near and time favored.
Ambitions are prevented from blemishing me,

54. I am for their expectations as sturdy as a cliff.
So I live freely from their humiliation,

55. And the free man is a slave when obeying them.
I refuse to praise a committer of sins,

56. Praise remains and reward passes away.
Alas! That refusal is incumbent on me, I have

57. Ancestors who passed away but their glory did not fade.
And my ancestors are my pillar, while my sons

58. Are the blossoms. So the ancestors were fruitful and the sons thrived.
So if I fall short of reciprocating their good deeds

59. With my inferior deeds, I will indeed regret.
I am most bountiful when you seek

60. Virtue, not ancestors.
Let there be for the questioner from you relief,

61. If not, then excellent is refraining.
And a companion for a night whose misfortune

62. Weariness drove, and weakness led to me.
I made effort with cheerful hospitality and homes,

63. And upon the generous is the effort for his guest.
So the guest came, and his lodging is

64. Spacious for me, and his life prosperous.
Then he had his meal, and his nice garment,

65. I clothed it, and my garment is thanks.
Oh how I wish I knew after that

66. The destiny of every hopeful, for all have an end.
Will I be forgotten words or forgotten remains