1. I say to the rain when it flows in its valley,
Speak of my eyelids, O valleys!

2. Between you and me is a secret that you should describe,
If not for the beloved, its motives would not have slept.

3. I ordered eyelids that cry with it,
So who lent the lightning its brightness?

4. As if I visited him while the stars were asleep
And the night was soft or its edges had almost disappeared.

5. When he decided to be patient the day he bid me farewell,
My feeble will embraced the weakness of my waist.

6. The matter became easy at times so blame him,
And seek help, fearing the magnanimity of misguidance.

7. I plucked a blush rose from his cheek,
Purposely though he protected it with his gatherings.

8. I disobeyed the one who stayed up blaming me for his love,
And I obeyed passion only to disobey it.

9. By God, many a garden was shining in the light of dawn.
If not for your cheeks, it would not have known beauty.

10. I came to him while the eyes of flowers were sleepy,
And the morning breeze became active in its corners.

11. I say, O you who blame me for whom I was infatuated with:
Is keeping the branch upright better or bending it?

12. And this supple twig, does the bending of ponds send it
To the meadows, or do they call surrendering it to religion better?

13. Do not seek victory but through his battalions,
Or glory but through his meanings.

14. My God, what loyalty lies folded in him,
And what resolve and determination lies latent in him!

15. The defiance of armours did not deafen his swords
The day of the meeting, nor did enemies survive.

16. It is said that when he pardons despite his gifts,
His arguments stand up for what he grants of claims.

17. His palm covered up kindness when he met
So he manifested it and penetrated through its encountering.

18. Fate willingly greets the flowing of his reign,
And opposes whoever opposes him.

19. I have reached in my time what I hoped for through him,
So nothing spreads what I've started to fold.

20. The fire of torches burns while embers are dark,
And the year is stained with drought at its tips.

21. Missing times have torn apart the hopes behind us
So it is inevitable that those hopeful will be deprived.

22. The advisor in the kingdom he arranges
And the hopeful man faces rejection.

23. If his leadership were applied therein, his ears would not
Hear in the curvature of a bow anyone calling him.

24. He casts upon the night a night of his violence,
And throws stars, stars from his summits.

25. Every glorified armed one whose hand flows
To time races, exhausted from competing with him.

26. None races him except the swift-seeking
Who differ from birds only in their obscurities.

27. He returns without seeing a day for him to lean on
During an assault, so he is the guide of frightful days.

28. He starts every youth who forgets
Giving and intentionally forgets it.

29. How slight is honour whose ways are whitened
To seekers and whose mornings are joyful!

30. In him is a disease of stinginess incurable
Except by blame, and I have what cures him.

31. I was not called Yahya when I was called it
Except to revive a dead hope, you are its reviver.

32. By God, you are not weakened supporter of it,
One day, nor misguided, you are its guide!