1. My bed is placed higher than the full moon
And the Pleiades are under my hand as a pillow

2. I became content, so I neglected that the stars are beneath me
Contentment and struggle are equal

3. And youth delighted me one morning after it turned away
I wish its years were a voice that could be brought back

4. And youth that is missed cannot be regained after white hair
With a staff held by a lame brother

5. It is as if wherever darkness gathers beneath me
Slow down O critic behind me

6. To inform me when inanimate objects spoke
Foolishness protected people, patience is wisdom

7. And madness in which there is benefit, guidance
Am I silent and eloquence is just my speech?

8. Am I content and contentment is my habit?
And I meet death before the mounts are exhausted

9. By my needs and the horses have not tired
And if it was said "Ask for nobility," we would say

10. "May the prince live and we not be given more"
It complained, so I complained of the world and it extended

11. With its inhabitants, the deep valleys and the open plains
And the spears were thunderous and fearful because of that

12. As well the wailing women in mourning
And how can a heart settle in ribs

13. When the countries trembled due to its illness?
He built from the essence of the exalted a house

14. As if the pillars for him were the Nayyirat
When the morning sun looked at it

15. It admitted that its own dress was mourning
So had it not been for God, the people would have said

16. With it, the seven planets became eight
I am more jealous of it than Ghassan is jealous

17. The tribes of Iram and Aad submit to their glory
The clan of Jafnah's possessions brought them

18. To the Byzantines, obstinacy and stubbornness
Quraysh wanted to restrain them

19. And leadership could not be attained from them
Their leaders choke the air with bellowing

20. And above the ground are bodies without souls
It made its valleys a wasteland

21. And exhaustion and contention dried it out
Adorned with the necklaces of enemies

22. As if the pearls were adorned with locusts
Upon it are those wearing for every fray

23. Armors, the closing of whose eyes is sleep
It tore them like the doors of wall-less enclosures

24. And the locusts sewed them with their eyes
To you every riding party bent its course

25. Traveling far and wandering became their custom
And a dawn in which we passed the night about it

26. As ashes are stripped off the fire
He announced the darkness with it from every illness

27. And its planet that does not get restored is sick
And if the dawn emerged, it would uncover him

28. From the darkness a mantle or shackles
The wild cats sought refuge with us begging

29. For the water whose abundance is guaranteed
Almost returning from the pupils of the mounts

30. The springs of their water eternally overflowing
So how many distant lands did we pass

31. And our riding was all gentleness and calm
And from thickets the wind veers about them

32. Fearful the brambles would tear it apart
And we would see the sparks of flint in them

33. But did not notice when the tinder ignited
If the whiteness of a person's eye were a dawn

34. There the darkness would not be illuminated
And a land whose beasts of prey made me their guest

35. There I wish their prey would be provision for me
So I would feed them to make them my food

36. And many a severed tie brings affection
I left it while I was sleeping and visited a land

37. Whose dwellers warn against the befalling of sleep
I saw you angry when no forgiveness came

38. Even if the necklaces of gold were gifted to you
So you do not consider wealth other than money

39. With which you were presented violently or bound
And you spend every abundance you gained by force

40. For your knowledge that its end is exhaustion
You were accustomed to war until some people said

41. "Is there no peace between you two, but corruption?"
Armor dies before you, fate of the selfless

42. And the coat of mail wears out upon your shoulder
You rode the storms, so you are not raced

43. And you blocked the two worlds, so you are not resisted
Whenever I shoot arrows to you, I aim them

44. As if your love in my arrow is integrity
Your excellence wards off from you the poachers of meanings

45. To me, so who is Zuhayr or Ziyad?
When I repel them, men say

46. "Were not the stars impossible to hunt?"
Of those whom a talent supplied

47. And thought and critique refined
And were it not for your excessive love

48. Neither the witty praise nor the constant would draw me to praise
The tongues of nights conceal you from me

49. As if in their consciences is belief in you
So if time intends a meaning

50. Then you are that intended meaning
A fated one almost met his doom

51. By your sword, he will have no return