1. After them stayed melancholy, and they departed,
So sickness swore off my body and homes.

2. I lost my patience, while the living bow down,
So how can it be for him, when the pilgrimage paths were blocked?

3. And I have a heart that rejoices in yearning for Najd,
And feet that were delighted by confusion.

4. I wished for its dwellers, while they are far away,
But I found no wishes, while they are neighbors.

5. I was wary of passion, or else it would sing,
Yet does wariness ever save from fate?

6. They turned away from my eyelids, and they are water,
And they settled into my heart, and it is fire.

7. I sing without people except them,
So I have severe need and poverty.

8. But the corpses will be guided on the day of gathering,
And those for whose obedience the neighing camel is let loose,

9. And Mecca, al-Hateem, and their dwellers -
They have judged my weakness vicious.

10. So with them I have a turn, sorrow,
And with me they have solace and settlement.

11. I roam to the beloved land of passion and yearning,
Yet other than the beloved land is home and house.

12. My wishes and despair distance it from me,
And my hopes and thoughts bring it near.

13. My brief slumber is excused with imagination through nights
Of constant wakefulness and short dozing.

14. If drowsiness comes to me, it stops, jealous,
As if it is envious of it.

15. So why should separation allow my murder
When it has no vengeance upon lovers?

16. And how can it confine me when below me
Is Ali, mounts, and the empty deserts?

17. A brave one whose thrusts no shields stop
And a sword no coats of mail can resist,

18. If he witnesses war and it is straitened,
He is satisfied and calling it is a secret.

19. And if it wanes, he makes up for it with an army
And horde, steady, that cannot be resisted,

20. And if its forelocks are let loose in Thursday,
Then they are fire and burning sparks.

21. He gives his soul and the generous man is needy,
Surely, because stinginess is disgraceful from him,

22. And he appears in the dark of war like a shining
Full moon that obscurity does not conceal.

23. Its planets are shining blades
Polished, and their sky is stirring dust,

24. A steed diverted with him from its course,
Its bending and the filling of its eyes with dust,

25. And they only named it Sword of the Faith until
It passed and naming it became confused,

26. Until it is unsheathed and the dust is dry
And it is drawn and like seas a stirring blood,

27. And it straightened the curved Indian swords,
Cups circulated among them forever turned,

28. He gave them to drink and the year is a place of rest,
So they returned and for them the heads were fruits.

29. And he pressed down its eggs upon the blacks of death,
And they had not been permitted loincloths,

30. And he stripped them, and the garment of velvet was narrow,
So the night set out accompanying daylight.

31. Of the resolute people, if rain is stingy,
They bring benefit, or if time lights up, they illuminate,

32. If havoc strikes, they are mountains,
And if the land is in despair, they are seas.

33. Their horses raided east and west,
So they missed in the world places to ride.

34. If dawn rose and the sun of the horizon leaned sideways,
They straightened, with no refuge attainable.

35. With them is thirst toward the enemies they destroy
The watering places, while they are burning hot.

36. O son of the early ones to the high ranks,
And those who have pride over the world,

37. If asked, then generosity and apology,
And if angry, then patience and power,

38. And if the living is stingy, they are spring,
And if the world goes astray, they are beacons.

39. Your love has been exclusive to me over the people of earth,
Loves from which they recoiled.

40. Its chicks, I protected them from them, so they grew strong,
And if not for protection, the delicate do not grow.

41. It hid, and its fragrance to it is a breeze,
And it appears, and for it the morning is a veil,

42. If the envious one desired it, it said,
The long spears, its stabs at them are short.

43. I see the days deny my merit,
And the dawn's light has no concealment.

44. Fortunes from the noble houses are barren,
How amazing! And my hopes are commoners!

45. I will attain what I strive for, after when
The swift steed that obstacles make slip.

46. And I do not complain of the hardship of life,
And if not for merit, the prisoner would not laugh.

47. The gardens of the meadow did not smile until
The abundant drizzle wept because of it.

48. The guidance of poetry did not fully reach
Its right, even if the stars were to scatter upon it.

49. And how could this be when there has arisen in its comfort
A sword that does not fail to have no sheath,

50. Dignified, while hearts pass unsteadily,
Just so is its nature, dignity its trait,

51. You are the rain whose gifts are sought,
So if it withholds, it has no excuse,

52. And if I am abundant in praising creation,
Then it is from You and Your attributes I borrow.

53. If ability falls short, and its speakers,
Then elaboration is nothing but conciseness.

54. For You are the necklace of the generous of this time,
And You are the bracelet for the world's wrist.