1. My heart and the fresh news are both aging,
From this fresh news I'm finding you the star of guidance,

2. And the star of separation in the burial ground.
My time which, when summer arrived, urged

3. And aimed for my branches which had thrived
In high ideals and produced fruit.

4. Like Joseph but I am like Jacob in sadness and spreading [news],
He earned glory in his youth except what he inherited,

5. And he swore - no elderly person broke his oath.
I was that one whose pregnancy folded,

6. Like a full moon and sun together,
And he was a crescent third [of the month].

7. Until a separation occurred, and I did not care or was troubled,
Towards news my love leaned,

8. And the talk of news turned old.
May every backbiter and slanderer perish,

9. For every babbler and fraud.
Virtue upon our time, yet how much new [news] did it inherit?

10. Do I feel safe after the intention of a beloved or after seriousness turned to vain play?
Perhaps whoever fulfills the pilgrimage and finishes the ritual,

11. Will supply me with a prayer in Mecca where there is no nonsense,
It will relieve a weeping one, so which land was not flooded [with tears]?

12. And if his tears were not blood, it would have sufficed from a plow.
It saddened the lion, crying for its son,

13. And made a dog pant.
It gathered people when the absent one was announced,

14. So say which poison did it blow?
Lo, a heart was delighted

15. For the servant of the Rich [God] so it came to life,
And how much imagination pained him,

16. So it touched the disheveled hair.
My tears watered the land, the twister of snakes in the twisted sand,

17. It irrigated then bent,
And it would not have harmed him had it stayed.

18. It mixed with searching the hidden passions,
About my regrets, it searched.

19. We confide our secrets to you,
And the water of shelter, we pour.

20. The children of Maalik cried for you
In the fresh bloom of the land.

21. With every fattened one being sated,
And far from them is all nonsense.

22. They do not disturb the towns,
When every settler is disturbed.

23. They taint the dress of piety,
When you do not taint them.

24. So forbearance is like an immense mountain,
And generosity is like pouring rain.

25. I worship the Rich One, so turn
To the affliction in my heart which lingered

26. And stand at Muzza when
You set out to it, so seek blessing.

27. It will intercede when one falls
The morning of the risen dead.

28. You shunned harm and resentment,
You left your father disheveled.

29. And God said to you, "Go,
Inherit My Paradise, do not inherit."

30. So you hurried to the huris that
No faded one has touched.