1. Happiness has appeared, though yesterday her rope was cut,
If only her rope would return and join again.

2. Exile has dragged her, a cheating outcast,
My soul has flown from the pain that cut it off.

3. My eyes found no rest when she left,
Sleep brings no comfort when turmoil stirs.

4. I spared my soul the life it could have lived,
Though my chest be whole, it cracked open.

5. My critic blames me for what I missed,
But before you blame, who could forbid what happened?

6. Wait, leave me be, my nature misled me,
And I see in God's land there is space enough.

7. My pride is longstanding, whatever I spent, He replaces,
Leave it to God, the best money is what benefits.

8. Time has only increased my generosity
I did not submit, though it betrayed or deceived.

9. My purpose does not soften in disasters,
When arbitrary misfortune strikes me.

10. The notches of my bow do not go slack
When the seasoned wood complains or weakens.

11. I am content with the good God ordains,
And do not die of grief for what escapes me.

12. I do not reproach the Lord of the House for his neglect,
Or say of a thing lost, "Why did this happen?"

13. I praise people of merit and lineage
God did not create any baseness in their words.

14. The pure of soul, though disasters stamp them,
Distill musk, if you squeeze it from their edges.

15. It is the clan of Shahab I speak of, indeed they
Are the most noble people in manners and deeds.