1. Let me endure my agony and suffer
Where is the free from the wretched prisoner

2. I decided not to let blame tempt me
After passion took my reins

3. Or she trains the lovers, and has seen
Gardens of beauty in the cheeks of the lovely

4. While I seek comfort, though I've never ceased
To live a youth, dead to comfort

5. O lightning, if the polished sword rusts, clouds
Have long sufficed when eyelids rain

6. Alas! If I forget your love, and pause
In which you seduced me, people of treachery

7. The glances of the doe-eyed one I've kept safe
She lost me, I obeyed her, so she disobeyed me

8. She calls the hearts of lovers a turning abode
The edge of a glance, and its edge, captivity

9. The broker cheated with his hair and lips
The day we parted, he misled me and guided me

10. None stood upright, shaking his slender waist
Unless a misstep showed in his gait

11. O people of Nu'man, to your meadows
Violets are consoled, not to Nu'man

12. What does training do to a heart in the hand
In the heart is the work of bitterness of estrangement

13. Oh for shame! They saw their honor
As a commodity, so they sold it for prices

14. O my envious ones, if my merit is lost
Among them, time has known my place

15. I come to them with praise, though it is filtered
So I return, I return, deprived

16. I say, my supporters, so if I test them
For the dew, I see war, cutting necks

17. Poverty made me sick, though my contentment
Bars me from healing with their generosity

18. I remain in their sea, and today through you
O son of Muhammad, is my sea

19. If you cast the drink of fortune for me, quench
My thirst, and if you cast healing, heal me

20. Praise belongs to one who revives the hand of munificence
A breath revives the heavy loads with it

21. Known for her knowledge, so her time
Is in the extension of bounty and pulling the reins

22. A king well-guided with pottery, just
Fruitful rain, repeating kindness

23. Bestower of what his hands possessed from the Divine
The fire of war and hospitality's youth

24. He pardons the sinner, and brings with dew
Always the harvest of his lenience to the sinner

25. The unique house of the chaste, and others
A house whose water the thirsty glimpse

26. A lion, when he walked in the thickness of spears
He wouldn't turn except to fierce horsemen

27. And if an aggressor disobeyed him, you'd see him
Take care of him with the sparks of the blade

28. Pardoning is his trait, and under his punishment
Horses show you the necks of the guilty

29. He gives plenty to his delegates, joyful
On the day of dew, and is feared on the day of spears

30. No garden the spring scattered its meadows
And scattered on it a fragrance of basil

31. Blossoms smiling in its corners, from
White giggling and red coquetting

32. No, and no torrent in the bend of desire
A brook bubbles with it, crazed peaks

33. One day, more fragrant than the soil of Ibn Habira
With perfume, and more generous than its slopes

34. And live forever, O crown of kings, you who
Swords show places for crowns

35. I won't sell my poetry after it for his equals
Ignoble and vulgar mobs

36. They made poetry have no value to them
Though I made it known to them in metrics

37. So fix my status through your generosity openly
I gain through you what vexes the partisan

38. And look upon me with the eye of your open hand
I see the form of wealth and it sees me

39. Forgive, for no floods equal your gifts
Nor any sword equal my tongue

40. I have nothing to do with poets who don't value
What I invent, or race in my field

41. Their foolishness makes the eloquent inept
And my satire seeks the rights of censure