1. The tales of my love reached me with the breeze
And so unveiled a heart tormented by slanderers

2. O breeze that brought good tidings, welcome!
Greetings to the herald, salutations and peace

3. Through many a dark night you rode to me
Neither riding a mount nor galloping at dawn

4. You endure blame though blameless
And chide my heart however wounded

5. Ask the ground about my tears, ask the night
About my bed, my pillow and the stars above

6. Relay the news to my graceful gazelle
That but for you, seclusion was his way

7. The forbearing pours his drink slowly
Yet how odd to blame one who pours a drink!

8. O singer, shield your eyes from the sword
For at its sharpest, the glance is deadlier

9. Leave what's in your eyes that kills
What do you want of the deer, o deer hunter?

10. Like the branch, lest it's called flexible
Like the moon, lest it's called disappearing

11. Sleep never leaves his eyes from sadness
His figure sways from the wine of youth

12. His right hand never falters for a lover
Who complains of his aloofness and avoidance

13. I met him with an apology and asked his pardon
Though I was the one at fault, the unjust

14. Whenever I asked him to promise, I tried
To squeeze water from a rock, to no avail

15. How wondrous his composure, the light of his face
Have you not seen the morn rise and set?

16. The water of his cheeks, the water of his life
With which, the more you taste, the more thirsty you become

17. An indifferent one was shocked by my loyalty
Yet I find my life in his love more wondrous

18. He was my sun, and made an exception for me
Exempting affection, so we both rose

19. To the dew of the sincere al-Din went my ode
Before asking, when the soil was dry and barren

20. How many seek my company but are refused
As I clip their nails and blunt their claws

21. My sorrows were healed though I did not complain
The nectar of his hands revived my meadows

22. The glorious one pitched his tent on the heights
And built domes over the sand dunes

23. Easygoing, his moods are clouds that rain
In the morn, adding difficulty to the arduous

24. The king of justice, so their lives are either grace
Or their death and destruction if he gets angry

25. He is life itself, though named
And death itself, though shaped

26. Moon of the heavens, fruit of hopes
Lord of glory, the hoped-for

27. His writ turns back the enemies, as though
He summoned armies against the enemy and assigned them

28. My ode is his tender dew, my hand firmer
Than all worldly hands, and I lean into tribulations

29. He distracts you from the cheek of clouds if angry
And shows you madness in the mountains if he comes down

30. Say to the envious, do your worst, you cannot deter me
May Allah make my enviers more wretched, and destroy them

31. He is praised in his time, and his father
Died mourned, while you are left in agony

32. Where is misguidance from guidance? Where is dawn from night?
Where are mountains from dust?

33. With him our days improved after discordance
We blamed Time, and it expressed remorse

34. I came to him aggrieved as if complaining
He generously apologized as if he wronged me

35. O minister, I am a fearful supplicant
Whose poverty you changed into wealth, so he thrived