1. My state is that of the despaired hopeful one
And I only retrace my steps

2. When I see goodness in my slumber
I count it as the night of my ascension

3. If I get up from the rags of this dust
I will be guided to the verdant resting place

4. So praise be to Allah for the blessing
That comes after hardship and distress

5. If I were Al-Birjis or his neighbor
I would descend from the highest minarets

6. What mother of winds could when she comes
Make my inheritance tears of affliction

7. The young warrior forgets in his grave
Days of bridling and saddling

8. And his plunging into the perils of battle
With ambitious eyes, excitable and impetuous

9. And his whitening of the dark, finding it charming
To the blackness that startles the terrified

10. It pours forth what the goblet took away
With mercury that flows murmuring

11. Whether time has limped or grown lame
Horsemen questioning the doubts of the lame