1. The homeland cannot cure the ailment of yearning,
Nor can distance heal the pain of your home.

2. Recalling the past availed you naught,
For yearning ever pained the lovelorn.

3. You redeemed songs, do they console you
For the melodies of the camp from which they marched?

4. They have valid excuses our souls accept
Should familiar places enchant gazelles and moons.

5. Had the day of farewell been less dire,
Unrequited love would have brought no shame.

6. What misled me were those who tried
Though anguished, I had patience.

7. Until we converged, though no gate united us,
We hid our love, though love hides yet reveals.

8. We moan, consumed with heartache,
As if decliningnouns with implied subjects.

9. Our neighbors bitterly complained of your tyranny.
But tyranny is the ugliest trait in a neighbor.

10. Our days deserved waters - their reward -
Nights of wakefulness and dawns of slumber.

11. Now, in their stead, are days of torment,
And easy life grew harsh deprivation.

12. My hopes naturally aspire,
To new days of glory and decline.

13. Fortune is wicked when trusted.
It chooses against what you desire.

14. We resentfully crossed the sea.
Clouds of sorrow made it bitter.

15. One gloomy cloud succeeds another,
Trust it, it betrays.

16. I do not fret o’er patience, so I see
To each condition an extent.

17. But I blame my days and their course -
Barren, how then to bloom?

18. Before seeing the Emir, hopes never
Promised victory or conquests.

19. Until we camped at Akkar, where lived
A people who were home in a home.

20. His generous hands endowed me gifts,
Plenty for people of dearth.

21. Thanks abundant for the generous deed.
Gain and loss for the grateful.

22. The benefactor, the glorious - worldly wealth,
Though sought, is dregs with thorns.

23. Clouds of his bounty on the heedless
Thunderbolts, and on the chaste, rain.

24. A downpour whose clouds incline
To no region, a lion without fangs or claws.

25. It ignites resolve and sheds dew,
Like a sharpened sword, water and fire.

26. He who aimed to challenge its peak,
Thought the path to glory smooth, but glory's course is arduous,

27. Until glances recoiled from its heights,
As sights recoil from the sun's rays.

28. We gained rest through his gifts, but to count them
Vexed time, counting and containing.

29. I do not repeat my praise of his gifts,
Unless his gifts themselves repeat.

30. O you whose hands are hope for the hopeful,
And life for those seeking refuge.

31. My hopes seemed unfulfilled,
Today, a carat, not a ounce.

32. So bow before time's wounds to heal them.
The noble pardon fortune's sins.

33. Stay your blood, let heroes prevent
The free from seeking favors from slaves.

34. For you are hope, and time has not revealed
Your great deeds, and the lands are Akkar.