1. By your right, I am content with what you desire
And I am satisfied even if you burden me with love's grievance

2. I have given you my soul, so do with it as you please and have no fear
For my rein is not pulled toward anyone but you

3. It is my skin if my innermost thoughts
Were complaining, even if I have suffered tribulation

4. By your right, complaining has become difficult so grant me
A union, for kindness is sweeter than complaining

5. I found love sweet but when I attained it
It soured until the pure became tainted

6. And you made me drunk on the wine of your love
So here I am until the day of resurrection, not knowing sobriety

7. And I busied myself mentioning singing girls as a cover
So people do not know who I love

8. And I frequently mentioned Hazwa and Rama
Yet Rama is nothing without your love, nor Hazwa

9. You were beautiful then broke your promise to me
So why is the promise of separation with you not kept

10. You were friendly with my enemies, and good for you
If you purified affection for one more deserving

11. By the right of blameless love, for she
Absolves the lovers of pretension

12. Being united with you, not being separated, kills me
But I saw patience better than complaining

13. And you were unfair to them over me so I will fight them
With my patience until I reach the utmost extent

14. Otherwise the resolve of my lofty spirit would not be lost
To al-Mansur, pillar of glory, unbending

15. Guardian of the Muslims' affairs and keeper
Of the tenets of God's religion through justice and piety

16. Gloomy when solemn, smiling when relaxed
Feared yet hoped for; with him are ruin and benefit

17. A guardian against immorality, quick to reproach
Distant from sight, near to intimacy

18. And woe to those who oppose you, good for those who tend to you As famine to those who avoid you, fertility to those who befriend you
He pardons sinners with his forgiveness

19. But about his money he does not see forgiveness
And he is inattentive to people's faults

20. And to shepherding them justly, not knowing neglect
Abulaj has managed the times with politics

21. And raided its wealth with a sweeping raid
We described his gifts to the rider, so she stretched

22. Out her hands and walked briskly toward him
The hot stones kept searing her skin

23. And her hooves were bent from the striking pebbles
With mighty hands I subjugated the stallion in his meadows

24. And penetrated his rough terrain in the dark of night
We returned at daybreak to a land where dew is plentiful

25. And the tent-sides of generosity are more soothing in its shade
We enjoyed a ruler who does not break his promise

26. When the promise of man breaks or bends
And when we halted our steed in his courtyard

27. His hands enriched each soul with what it desires
And he made for us gardens of bliss an abode

28. Through the generosity of his hands
It suffices me of days that in his shade

29. I live and his land for me is the most soothing refuge