1. Alas! What bliss for one who sees you at nightfall!
And for the place where you happen to be! And for the raindrop!

2. You are clothed in piety and singled out with glory,
Made worthy of majesty and adorned with pride.

3. When you began praising me, you conferred on me
A favor I can never fully repay for eternity.

4. If I do not grant you the sincerity of my affection,
Then I have no excuse on the path to glorious fame.

5. O son of nobility, hunting is a noble sport,
O son of honored kin and masters of spear-throwing!

6. With it you have outdone the people of verse, so it has become
The greetings of nomads, delight of city-dwellers.

7. One like you, peerless in all creation,
Your poetry, matchless in the field of verse,

8. As if the meadows in spring had woven
Marvels into its words and composition,

9. The garden breathed into it, turning green with dew,
The garden breeze blew, heralding dawn,

10. To God I complain of the agony of your absence,
For it I have folded my ribs over embers

11. And the sorrow of one at peace when his heart yearns,
Who vents his grief in lament, then returns to patience.

12. Return, O days of nearness, in the best of life,
And enjoy fine things unseen before any star shone.

13. And live, O son of victory, so long as no cloud gathers
That goes to power and returns at dawn.