1. We passed by your haunts of revelry,
And found in them traces resembling you,

2. The gazelles confronted us coquettishly,
With their large dark eyes, yet we did not ask about you,

3. No antelopes roam your abode,
For you resembled them, if you were not them,

4. Console me, for you saw my suffering,
The day I weep for the abodes, and you weep,

5. With a longing, repeated sigh, like my longing,
And doubt, echoed, like my doubt,

6. So shed tears copiously like I do,
But do not shed blood as I shed,

7. I do not see the son of Ja'far ibn 'Ali,
Wearing the majesty of kingship,

8. Hearts shy away from him timidly,
In a position above the crowned, uncomfortable,

9. It is as if we meet at dawn,
The exalted bow down before him, shaken,

10. And the tall straighten up before him,
Their flanks exposed to death and destruction,

11. I do not see him faltering when he appears,
And I taint certainty about him with doubt,

12. He who rends injustice and darkness,
With awe, does not rend a veil wantonly,

13. He is to us the successor of the full moon, whenever
The night is adorned by his appearance,

14. Like rain-water, he renews youth,
While he is clad in devotion and piety,

15. He steps on earth, and its soil is pearls,
And the water of the soil is pure musk,

16. A ritual place of pilgrimage, constantly visited,
The camels exhausted by the long journey and the riding,

17. If it were not for his recent favor to me,
I would have no complaints about fate's tyranny,

18. His bounty swept away my sorrows,
And his sea drowned my ship,

19. I said to the crooked, you may see what I see,
So relate it if you claim you can tell,

20. And when he shakes the lote-tree violently and hurls
At the enemies thorny bushes and lightning,

21. And girds the knight clad in armor,
With a sword, from an Indian blade and pure steel,

22. Ja'far in battle is calamitous as a cup,
If he extends it to the enemies, and kills like killing,

23. And if he wishes, the praised ones honor him,
With the nobility of the house, from brilliance and loftiness,

24. A towering, sublime rank, an impregnable lion,
Which kings could never attain through reign,

25. His renowned virtues abound in glory and pride,
Self-sufficient, without contention and quarrel,

26. Whose sincerity I do not adulterate with lies and slander,
Her poetry is solidly crafted, she compared

27. My scattered pearls to her threaded gems,
Since I have taken my share of thanking you for your blessings,

28. My taking was like my leaving,
I confess inadequacy in reciprocating your gifts, for I

29. Strained myself, and said to myself, you have fallen short,