1. My heedless heart stumbled upon her charm,
And I remained prey to youth and memories.

2. The stars of fortune vanished the day we parted,
And the days turned bleak and dreary.

3. Each day my heart is struck with yearning -
Though it remains unspoken.

4. Show me as a comrade of youth, flowing with youth
In the arena of sorrows, unbroken.

5. As for the one whose body - ask her, the one
Who abandoned him while he maintained loyalty.

6. Jaundiced with the yellow of ill health
She dressed his body in the garb of sickness.

7. Secretly she killed him, then openly
Spoke the words of Farazdaq - no calumny.

8. She looked at him - her glance did not delight
Before she wished she had not looked.

9. And she saw a pallor that drew her attention
To his body - what rouses your suspicion of a reserved steed?

10. The aim of events continues to pelt him
With Umm Haboukar - ever casting at empty space.

11. Misfortunes have overwhelmed him until
They almost ambush him unexpectedly.

12. Nothing has protected him from the war of time
And its assault except that he was not supported.

13. Ever pressing forward with resolve
Seeking sustenance though it retreats.

14. The flock knows that their warbling
Is but wind if you are not sacrificed.

15. How often have I traversed a barren fortune
To find in you a quarter that is not barren!

16. With your call every festering wound is healed -
Bandaged with the salve of Qinṭar.

17. A generosity like the torrent’s flow, except
One is turbid while yours is clear.

18. The Feast and Sacrifice have passed while I
Hope at your door, fasting, unfed.

19. A year has gone by with no gift from you,
Though the pregnant are expected in nine months.

20. Deluge me with but one sea, that I may drown you
In praise - I would marshal seven seas.

21. Expend your long life for my sake, transform
It into praise that gives life for seven eagles.

22. How many generous ones have I rewarded
With thanks fairer and greater than their gift!

23. The worst of morals, past and present, is an obligation
Unreciprocated and a favor unthanked.

24. Do not let my odes anger you - they are
Reserved for you in the most copious waterskin.

25. I ransom you - a mirage of an unfulfilled promise,
One who said he would not bear fruit.

26. I almost forgot the thirst of my soul
After the misery of my spring’s departure.

27. And if you wish, I will excuse you,
Though to me inability is no excuse.

28. Whenever you see me praising or blaming,
Know that I have focused my keen gaze upon you.

29. And know that today I am a sapling of praises
That will thrive to harvest in your camp tomorrow.