1. We get angry at your estrangement, yet we dream,
And the taste of love tortures, though love is bitter,

2. We feign satisfaction, pardoning anger, and for passion
We see it as gain, while it causes loss.

3. We restrain souls in you that have not died of sorrow,
And we disdain the tears of the eyes, though they are blood.

4. May God protect the loved ones whose love we concealed,
So tears fell on us steadily and unceasingly.

5. And I have not seen anything expose secrets like tears do,
Enemies see them clearly while they are obscure.

6. Nor the she-camels yearning with their moaning,
Swaying the branches of the tall trees that murmur.

7. Wailing without restraint, dictating their passion
On the leaves of trees, while the writing drips.

8. Roaming in their songs and rhythms,
Thus expressing their burning sorrows in our language.

9. Looking at their fledglings that were seized
By preying birds in the horizon hovering.

10. They were thrown down by the hands of separation from their abode,
So their life is neither serene nor prosperous.

11. With more sorrow and madness than I,
Except that they show passion while I conceal.

12. I spent the night while my eyelids were sore with wakefulness,
And I awoke while my heart was passionate with madness.

13. My limbs are inclined and predisposed to sickness,
And my innermost being has a haunt and gain for anxiety.

14. My complaints are the madness of passions,
And flowing tears when longing intensifies the pain.

15. The awe of a frank sermon that provokes me,
And the burning agony of love in my heart.

16. Indeed, time, that ignoble betrayer, knows my fighters,
So its nights are harsh and its morrows perilous.

17. By your life! Days are nothing but calamities,
And the life of a youth therein is miserable.

18. Whoever lives shackled by the world dies extinguished,
And whoever is healthy in this unstable land gets sick.

19. Remote is what is between me and my goals,
So I refrain, not out of cowardice, and the ignorant dares.

20. Maybe the coward obtains his wish through his weakness,
While the expecting knight fails.

21. Rags and tatters may be dressed in silk and jewels,
And the sword of integrity is blunted and cracked.

22. Why am I lying down dejected among my family?
Determination enfeebles my will and breaks it.

23. Maybe relief will come after tribulation,
For time may withhold and then grant.

24. Like your return, O pride of Imams, prosperous,
To our meteors since you began to crumble.