1. My blamer in the prison of a weary soul
Knows not what harms and what is of benefit

2. Leave me be, and ask not of my state
The turns of fate, if what has passed could but return

3. The end of hope is a surrendered dove
And easiest of fears, youth taking leave

4. I was protected after Al-Aziz bin Yusuf
The like of his grace is not lost

5. And I migrated after the ascetic kings
While each eyes their gates longingly

6. The nights of fate pass swift as lightning
Yet no sorrow in me is lighter, no tear yet dry

7. That pact remains, flawless, and companionship
With me still, though its means are cut off

8. A noble station, when present, and loftiness
My beauty I see wherever I was, I hear

9. And my soul's release from hopes' disgrace
What have I in anything, when my hopes are fulfilled?

10. My certainty that provision will no doubt come
And my knowledge that God gives and denies