1. The cheeks have unveiled their state at the abode of the beloved
And sought wealth from the darkness

2. You made the pearls smile upon it
Why then didn't you make them grin with delight?

3. You said the sun is wheat in the desert
And one like you, who imagined and then became barren

4. In the mirage of the dunes, you craved
When you saw its phantom overwhelm the sands

5. May God spare you healthy, fecund she-camels
Whose years cause you to wean abundant young

6. You have multiplied our moving
The smaller meteors were quicker to move on

7. Your dangling breasts remind you of a breast
Its misguidance you did not intend as misguidance

8. If the riding beast had minds
They would find you didn't restrain them

9. I continued my journey with them as if
I wanted through them to break from life

10. They asked, so I said our destination is fortunate
And so the emir's name was good omen to them

11. Obliging of his horses, he hunts enemies
Making his forest long spears

12. His firmness nearly
Plants terror in their hearts without arrows

13. His swords nearly
Slither to their necks without being drawn

14. His excellent horses suffice him
Over fate, protecting and favoring him

15. Raised among ostriches in every abode
They grew accustomed to rhea chicks

16. And when nothing of animals raced them
They raced the shadows

17. You see their swinging hips shoot live coals
Like the wings of buzzards dripping

18. The flames of hatred melted their forelocks
And so they mingled with the ashes

19. They make the disobedient sons taste orphanhood undiluted
And leave the dried dates and sour milk

20. They do not hurl old camels as missiles
And they hurl the water-skins and saddlebags

21. They spare the singers disappointed
And obtain from the enemies what they can grasp

22. They sell the inheritance of noble fathers
And they buy mature she-camels or young he-camels

23. They raid the tents and tent dwellers
And they get the swords and spears cheap

24. With them a youth whose resolve knew no boredom
Whose heart's intelligence dyed them all crimson

25. With what made silk an honor for them
Whenever he decides to whip a land with a whip

26. He secures the delicate youths
When the sky waters the land with torrents

27. He waters it with showers of his swords
And it is wont to sacrifice while iron around it is doubtful

28. And his prestige suffices him for battle
So he destroys armor as clothing, and companions as brothers, and the coat of mail as fetters

29. He sleeps rested while the night calls
With the light of dawn, its Creator beseechingly

30. When his right hand grows weary of the lengthy burden
It changes for the left

31. It enlightened the perceptive with the light of resolve
And so it became like polished jewels

32. The spinning planets saw justice in it
And so balance came to be in its elements

33. A wing that fills the horizons with old age
Yet makes the desert seem like a birthmark

34. We wanted to hunt an oryx with it
But it cut through the ropes and cords

35. And a mounted specter dozed
Saving us from visiting and attaining

36. Its lightning awoke the riders and horses and camels
Until I fancied its neighing was speaking and conversation

37. Otherwise, out of jealousy, crooked
It would see the gazelle and the young goat

38. It senses when the specter draws near us
And prevents us from attending to specters

39. The lightning of lightning bolts flowed after fatigue
And so it spent the night yearning, describing beauty

40. It stirred riders and steeds and camels
And almost stirred the howdahs

41. With them, their horses were skilled
And they were shooters, and their buzuls were separate

42. He who accompanies nights teaches him
The deception of intimacy and impossible words

43. And changed catastrophes upon him until
It shows him motes bearing mountains

44. If only the youth of a people had been old age
If only their childhood had been full growth

45. We accompanied in the wilderness, of a fortress
And a fortress, eviler than accompanying men

46. When people's guests are served pure
They serve their guests stale and murky

47. But in the capitals, from an enemy
Is a prince who does not burden us with asking

48. When it flaps its wings to the west
It ceases from his tongues, assassinating him

49. If the morning sun could, it would return
Rising when it sees decline

50. So say to its beauty above the enemies
If a horse does not find open ground

51. You have narrowed your eyelids, weighed down
So four lively ones narrowed them

52. The current of it flows greenish
And greenish does not merit being humbled

53. And its green may be wrapped in carnelian
If the prince witnesses it in battle

54. Lighter than the noble in hand and foot
And nobler among horses in father and maternal uncle

55. And every snorter in the head of an isthmus
Wishes it could be his likeness

56. The ingots wish they could become iron
When the iron is shod for it as horseshoes

57. When the cloud does not rain upon a land
Then through your hand it relies

58. If the winds blew west
And you told them, why not blow north

59. I swear, if you grew angry at abandoned ruins
They would depart from their places

60. If your swords loved the valleys
They would not miss joining with those they love

61. If not for the defects in your sword
We would say it displayed counterfeiting

62. Offspring of fire, it clashed and clanked until
You'd think its father bequeathed it the flame

63. Polished in cold, you'd reckon it
Shed the stars of night and donned the crescent moon

64. Straightening the blade between two contrary edges
Makes its contrasting one of uncertainty

65. Above it appears the sparkle of water
And in it you see the kindling of fire

66. Its live coals are an eloquent tongue
That speaks the wonders of death improvising

67. When the prince is seen, and ascends
To the height of the atmosphere, demise is presumed of him

68. And the red of death crept above him
But after it became flattened

69. Terror melts from him every rage
If not for the scabbard restraining it, it would flow

70. He who would have a friend other than a sword
Will find in its affection some deficiency

71. One thirsty, with no life in him
Is assured of the length of its carrier, so he lengthened

72. Imagining each dark one a large pool
His throat rasped drinking the thick

73. You filled with it chests of people
Who then neglected their resentments

74. For you to languish in magnanimity and loftiness
Is a perfection that taught the moon perfection

75. You, if calamities clung
To your sandal, would not cut the straps for them

76. You protected the Muslims, though clouds of heavy sorrows
Succeeded each other

77. And you protected their dependents when every eye
Counts the blackness of its sight as dependents

78. At a time when neither lion nor master
Could stand ferocity, nor strive

79. While you are greater than a feast whose
Return is celebrated, so you were lauded

80. And order the nights to pass in separation from its nature
To respond to your will compliantly