1. I lost sleep to lightning that struck close,
As if its flash touched my eyes an intruder,

2. Or hot pepper whose cover peeled off
When its hotness became bare,

3. Worries, when they recur to afflict you,
Will become chronic illness you accommodate

4. Unless you relieve them with acceptance,
And busied you with needs and invocations,

5. So I became, in prison the guards guard me
After roaming freely in righteousness and lands

6. And the sail of a ship sailing in a dark night
With its rider roaming in the darkness of night,

7. O my soul do not despair, I am for a term
And every soul is for a day and decree

8. What brings my day closer to my hope’s extent
Is my life's shyness from my travels and wandering

9. I am to a deadline, if you know
To which my knowledge and traces extend

10. To God you belong, so if He protects you, adhere
And if you lie, God suffices me against harm

11. Supplicate Him secretly and invoke Him openly
And Allah knows my secrets and openness

12. Happiness in life is not for one of hope
But happy is he who is saved from Hellfire

13. Like rain on your prison from prisons and its dwellers
With constant downpour and endless water

14. Binding its valleys, awning and covering
Weak and strong, fast and slow

15. I called but they would not hear me
Abu Al-Walid, and below me is an ever-turning prison

16. In the belly of elevated architecture, its exit locked
With impenetrable gate and strong guard

17. I call him a wronged one's call to give me victory
Then I implore the All-Capable and Caution Him

18. I complain to the Benevolent Ibrahim of my injustice
With no crime, and my eviction from home

19. Time went to extremes tying me up
And shackling me, closing in with a nail

20. I turn in it my day, then my night reversal
Is gloomy, bound in chains,

21. As if it is between two bedsheets, both extended
By lovely, delicate, handkerchief layers,

22. O closest of people to praise and honor
And furthest of people from blame and shame

23. Greatest of people in pardoning when able
A fierce lion to his enemies, harmful

24. A flowers bouquet that kills the thorns' sharpness
And holds it between fangs and claws

25. Bestow on me some of your gifts
Of relations' sweetness and bitterness

26. Truest Al-Yamamah is he who keeps his word
Taking his hand with no fragile rope