1. Stop if you stop, for that is the valley of parting,
And sing to the beautiful gazelle of the tribe, she has left my eyes sleepless.

2. For I have wept as I have laughed from intimacy,
And the day of farewell was unkind yet kind to me.

3. I bid him farewell and greeted him, then he left, so if
They asked who was slain by love, I would say it was I.

4. I did not forget him on the sand dune when he bent
Like a stick, my patience bent like it, doubled over.

5. He cast his piercing glance from his eyelid,
Nay, not his eyelid, as if it were named and folded over.

6. Like the young gazelle who glances or watches me furtively
And the moon appears and the stick when it bends over.

7. A full moon whose light cannot be obscured,
A blossoming branch whose light cannot be extinguished.

8. On his cheek the rose of bashfulness, so there is no shame,
And on his eyelid the tattoo of separation and intimacy.

9. If I were to cling to his soft waist out of tenderness
And he were sick from the embrace, it would allow me to.

10. Picking and picking, our glances from his cheek
Sweetly gather the bitter harvest when picked.

11. Angry, inaccessible, how far he is when seen alone
In the settlement, the furthest when he draws near.

12. If I were to come to him with reproach, he would pretend deafness,
And I would read it on his two cheeks, clearly expressed.

13. For seriousness, save for him, has become condemned,
And patience, save about him, has become effortless.

14. Do you wonder that I shed my tears,
Which are pearls, and their nature is to be hoarded?

15. My tears were as white as your pact
Until his pact changed color, so they changed.

16. Blame is no use from a lover,
How can there be healing when his glance causes pining?

17. Joy whose dwellings his tribe has been deprived of,
So the heart has become a dwelling for gloom.

18. The sun of happiness has departed from him
And will only return to him with fortune's return.

19. One whose will is always tied to an idea
That rules over the unknown of matters with certainty.

20. Whom from fear of it you always sense shivering
In the sensitive ones and intense sickness in the viscera.

21. The resolute advisor to the king after humbling himself before him,
So he improved what had been made secure.

22. Gentleness that meets his enviers farewell
With sharper than the blades of swords and more barbed.

23. And if he appeared in the darkness of a hateful trial,
Frightening and fearful, he brought back the vanquishing dawn.

24. He whose actions are like his name, like the sword,
Independent of titles, plural or singular.

25. The pearls of his eloquence and generosity are picked,
For he has spent the night a rain for the destitute and a source.

26. Whose generosity corrects us and whose opinion
Always hits the target and his glory is of lofty construction.

27. If events become grave, his palms are song,
And his palms, if events are unjust, are wealth.

28. The sea of his gifts cannot be crossed,
And the mountain of his steadfastness cannot be weighed.

29. He left every effort behind him, after the striving,
Because he avoided it being said of him, "He wearied."

30. The giver of generous gifts, the sword, and he who casts
The gifts of meter with generosity has subdued them.

31. The restrainer of events, protect me after
Voices called out my name, from here and from there.

32. How often have I come praising him, and he graciously rewarded me,
As is his habit, and I returned, and again was gracious.

33. I bestow his praises individually, whenever
His fingers bestowed his gifts in pairs.

34. Our hopes inclined toward the demise of one
Who caused youth to expire, yet did not incline from it at all.

35. He disdained the world since he existed, and only
Disdained the religion when he surpassed the people of lowliness.

36. Toil has become the comrade of one who praises another
Unless he intends or implies praising him.

37. So curb your compositions, for they have become comprehensive
As the clouds have become comprehensive of enemies and times.

38. And surrender the elite of the religion to the pain that is deserved
So that visiting may become your habit.

39. It is an affliction that disappeared before integrity
That adorned the refuge and brought disappointment to the fault finder.

40. How your praises of your praiser spoke
And silenced those envious of you regarding the heights!

41. How you disturbed one hostile among them and how
You characterized for the world a slanderous watering hole!

42. For the dawn among us did not gloom until it shone
And blindness did not depart until it drew near.

43. For the flashes of your promise did not clear for one who defames
And the clouds of your generosity did not travel or confuse us.

44. If the full moon could emulate your generosity, returning,
And the days emulate your generosity, submitting!

45. You brought smiles to the days after their gloom
And the barren land became green and the grief was gladdened.

46. Make its heights a forest for your worries
And for your refugees and praisers what it has gained.

47. They obtain from you the passions of glory, his effort
Has surpassed the prior centuries and stirred them.

48. As if people are a parchment and his time
With his existence sealed the book and entitled it!