1. The morning breeze, speak of those who lived in Athl,
For you are good at conveying news of Rayyam.

2. And I have not seen a sweeter place than the gesture,
That recalls a life, how enjoyable and how sweet.

3. And O you who blame me for loving them and their beauty,
Blaming one who desires water and shade.

4. My heart escaped from sorrows, yet it could not
Fear my excuses, even if they were heavy.

5. And you think love has a sweet taste,
Because you have not tasted youth and dissolution.

6. Welcome, welcome to the blamer for mentioning them,
Without them, I would not have said welcome.

7. O how wonderful a night we spent with friends,
Where one grows accustomed to scattering pearls from joy.

8. We stayed up while their eyes slept,
From the splendor that appeared and from the appearing moon.

9. We gathered in it the night of joy and intimacy,
And the best nights of fate are those that unite kin.

10. I fear and hope from her wicked deeds,
Repulsions, though her apparition is the best union.

11. She frowned her eyebrows then winked her glances,
So say to the coward who saw the bow and arrows.

12. It was not proper for the suitor to plead,
A brother and neighbor, if she drew a sword from her glances.

13. I melt for those locks out of jealousy,
When she playfully lets them down sometimes.

14. And I have never said to love and its severity,
Gently, nor did the sickness for her allow any respite.

15. And my greatest worry is an envious advisor,
Who tightens his ears and expands my excuses.

16. And a judge rules to invalidate my tears,
When they made her a fair witness in love.

17. I trusted her eyes but they betrayed my endurance,
So do not trust eyes after them, O limpid ones.

18. And I love her stinginess, protecting her beauty,
And no hand of a lover of stinginess has triumphed.

19. May God water the ruins of the sanctuary with every downpour,
Not a drizzle nor drops of rain.

20. And if you do not find good fortune, O Saad, a cloud,
That rains on land or sprouts any vegetation.