1. My love burns with sorrow for his gazelle,
And my longing composes poems for his roe.

2. When my love recalls his beloved,
His breath quickens and his regrets multiply.

3. His tears flow and his times darken,
His sighs increase and his torment intensifies,

4. As the game of passion plays with his heart,
Since his gazelle gained independence from him.

5. O driver of the caravan, go slowly,
My love is torn apart by your separation.

6. He is tortured by prolonged passion,
Ages have passed but his needs are unfulfilled,

7. Lying lovesick, longing has exhausted him,
His companionship has sickened him.

8. When you left, the vitality of his heart faded
And his inclinations stirred from your absence.

9. The lover finds no peace after you left,
For you quickly took away his tranquility.

10. If he tries to hide his secret from his friends,
His tears would reveal what he harbors.

11. O you who emigrated, you denied killing me after
Your glances testified against you for slaying me.

12. I am the slain, slain by the sword of your alluring glance
And the harshness of your eyes like a wild beast.

13. They said his face shines like the full moon,
They lied, for where is its clarity and beauty?

14. He has a slender, graceful stature
His movements have distracted the minds of all people.

15. He has languid, deep brown eyes
His coy glances freely break all taboos.

16. He is forever drunk with wine,
Wandering lost in youth are his qualities.

17. If not for the redness of his mouth,
His threatening glances would not distract all minds.

18. The moles on his cheek race with those on his temple
To protect his mouth with their alignments.

19. His flirtations are adored, his movements loved,
His gazes desired, his gestures coveted.

20. And by my life, he is the most beautiful gazelle when
His cheek appears from behind his tresses and their fragrance wafts.

21. O Spring, you have desolated
Your meadows after your people's departure.

22. After they left, your symbols are unrecognizable,
Your fields murky from their absence.

23. Yesterday, its dwellers are no longer its dwellers,
No longer are its visitors its visitors.

24. Today comes but its youths are no longer its youths,
No longer are its gazelles its gazelles.

25. Are your sorrows like those of Mutammim
When waves of grief overwhelmed him after their separation?

26. When the dawn of youth departed hastily
And nights smiled from his face.

27. Old age, though refined in love
Has ugly qualities in the eyes of the virtuous beloved.

28. While the faults of youth, though increasing in aloofness
Are pardonable to the virtuous beloved.

29. And while old age, though its circumstances improve
Its states remain despised by the virtuous beloved.

30. As for middle age, no comment can be made if
Its confusion lessens, unlike the confusion of youth.

31. The errors of youth are forgivable,
While the lapses of old age remain deplorable.

32. My salutations to the days of my youth and prime
When the first strands of grey hair appeared.

33. The days of carefree play were verdant and fresh,
Love was thriving and its fruits flourishing,

34. Life was joyful, time favorable,
The days were vibrant with flowers.

35. I was the beloved of the virtuous one, but after
The garb of youth faded, his gazelles kept their distance.

36. I became like a fallen, lifeless body,
My separation intensified my torment.

37. I am not to blame, except for old age, thus
All people, when their time ends, meet this fate.

38. Such is time, dispersing and gathering,
Such are the ways of time.

39. Were it not for the son of Ya'rub's sword,
The unity of guidance would not have recollected its fragments.

40. Through him, every gloomy era smiled,
Through him, the darknesses clouding our religion dispersed.

41. Through him, the unity of the lovers of passion dispersed
After reuniting, and their time ended.

42. That just Imam, noble hero, whose
Attacks against the world are well known.

43. And likewise his son, the pure Arab hero,
Lord of dew, feared are his assaults.

44. O House of Ya'rub, you are the rainfall of the world,
In your time, its hours became pleasant.

45. The age, after your justice and favor,
And your kindness, its times became praiseworthy.

46. Through you, the kingdom was stabilized and justice restored,
Through you, its banners were unfurled.

47. Through you, religion was illuminated after its darkness,
Without you, its signs would not have been made clear.

48. Through you, justice was established and guidance spread,
Without you, its trees would not have thrived.

49. O masters of kingdoms, excellent in the world,
Blessed is the age that had you as its masters.

50. No wonder time and all in it surrendered to you,
Its heroes, champions, and protectors.

51. So let time grieve, for you are its strongest,
Its kings, governors, and judges.

52. My praise of you will silence envious foes,
As the wine of your praise melts their minds.

53. The hearts of envious foes melt with your praise,
Those troubled by doubts are disgraced by your glory.

54. If my devotion does not delight you,
My words will repel the transgressions of enemies.

55. Take them as a bride, her attributes beautified,
Like the full moon adorned by its halo.