1. I think youth has opened the paths to you,
For I see a familiar scent of you rising.

2. It wandered so it relieved the night of its illness,
And came to life, reviving your perishing loved ones.

3. O abode whose height competes with capitals,
Your soil moistened by clouds' tears or laughing at dusk.

4. Alas! For a time whose shade I lived,
Congratulations, and days spent perishing.

5. Seas of beauty had faced between us,
On raised couches and carpets.

6. And we were shaded by swords and spears,
Having left intoxication, we clung and wrestled.

7. Sick were the eyelids of eyes that lost you,
And I kill it for it was not sick of losing you.

8. They passed around cups and glimpses,
Serving reason's sound mind their remedies.

9. And they touched with shoulders like the shoulders of a young gazelle,
That would bend when touched gently.

10. They rouse for cups one who forgot ease,
And for cheeks, one who was devout.

11. Bright faces of clouds had met us,
And hands of springtime stretched their vines.

12. They kept away from me without boredom or being fed-up,
But days make that necessary.

13. For they are those we did not see seeking
From fate anything but followed by perishing.

14. She is accustomed to regain her gifts,
So whoever takes from her will leave.

15. For her is flower whose green is matched before the onlooker,
And if a hand touched it, it was thorny.

16. She really was ugly in the prime of her youth,
Can we expect her to improve, having become old?

17. But I held my hopes in her,
A prince on the path of truth proceeding.

18. And he possessed a high spirit, so he possessed me,
And I became owned by him, and owner.

19. Unique in bounty and courage, and for people calling
He sees partnership in his supremacy as something to abhor.

20. Of vast grace for refugees, he has not ceased
To be piercing on the day of turmoil for transgressors.

21. For the high goals and supreme ones he aspires,
When others aspired the heights and became haughty.

22. For their endeavor is but to the lances and spears,
And the generous are thus.

23. My patron, he who has distanced himself from the neighbor,
And refused glory, while seizing wealth.

24. He has come to us, the reddish eyelids,
Swiftly, for that is his habit in giving.

25. With him is playful savagery disdaining me to mount,
Lest the ground be touched by its hooves.

26. And it aspires to obtain praise and sometimes,
It carries aloft its shoulder above the lofty and nimble.

27. Be gentle with it against death, though
The fates have become decisions on its face.

28. And seek the right of glory through effort above it,
For I was not one, my grandfather, to neglect your vengeance.

29. And here are rhymes whose strength combined,
Is unmatched in their praise of you.

30. Their meanings have been blocked, and ardor is their prosody,
And I have become in them a praiser spinning.

31. One who aspires to understand them falls short,
Even if the most rational mind departs exhausted.

32. And if one babbled in composing like it,
You would think him in his mouth to be babbling nonsense.

33. Had I been enabled to do what I hope,
I would have composed jewels and pearls scattering about.

34. But I do not consider them before you a eulogy,
Even if the eloquent were silenced.

35. Rather, my patron, with fasting and devotion
They have arrived blessed, and I came blessed.

36. So allow them acceptance from you, allow their acceptance,
And the foe has blown against them evil winds.

37. Remain forever for me fast-flowing with pardon,
That I may pour praise being thankful.

38. And terrify my enemies and dazzle my envious,
And rise gloriously, for you carry honor.

39. And boast through poetry, son of your father, which
Affirms the shame that I am the son of your father.