1. Let him cry tears of blood and weeping
Lamenting a figure of kindness and openness

2. Do not rebuke him for ignorance in love
For he is deaf to rebuke

3. When he was my comfort and soul's delight
For an age while we were immersed in love

4. His affection wasted away the nights
So the water of affection became glittering

5. Quenching the meadows of our days
When my pride in him was exaltation

6. Days when the boughs of youth were tender
And we grazed in its meadow

7. Days when she of languorous glances showed me
Her face like the sun, her tresses night's darkness

8. She of the shapely neck and mature years
Seven and seven climacterics past

9. O you who rebuke me, stop
For my state is no innovation

10. If you could relieve my suffering
You could not have borne the effort

11. I passed the night in burning regret as though
Bitten by an asp writhing in agony

12. How can I show patience when the fire of passion
Has left a blaze in my heart?

13. Do not wonder that I weep from yearning
With blood and tears since we parted

14. My pouring tears in agony and love
Is like a sultan's nature become

15. Scion of the king whose sword
Subdues the people of tyranny

16. He of pure Arab lineage
Who severs the necks of enemies

17. He surpassed mankind in nobility
In lineage and offshoot

18. He brought comfort and generosity to the land
So they gathered in his openness

19. I strove for favors as a child
And still strive for favors

20. You surpassed all people in munificence
And gave away a fortune

21. No seeker of your bounty
Came to you, and went empty-handed

22. You are the comfort of a calamitous age
You have become our fortress and coat of mail

23. You surpassed the people of the times in wisdom
An astute, accomplished genius

24. You are the just king
You still shepherd all mankind

25. You are the desired one, if a cloud gathers
Or remoteness draws near

26. In the day of turmoil, you have a heart
Capacious enough for all the pulsating hearts

27. In war, when death is rife
You have the mightiest stroke

28. I call you if my time treats me harshly
You still are called on for favors

29. I have not said this poetry for you alone
But it flows from you

30. So endow her with bounty and raiment
She shines like the full moon

31. Or Sirius glittering brightly
She has no defect but for foes

32. Whom she smites in their entrails, smiting
Pay her bride-price and be generous

33. For she deserves exaltation
If she could speak

34. She would boast, since coming to you
She surpasses all poetry's rhythms

35. For she is called to your loftiness