1. Who will understand my anxiety, confusion, and distress,
My flowing tears and melting heart?

2. Who will comprehend my questioning of fate, with longing,
Without receiving any response?

3. I stand at every door that
The exalted once stood at my door.

4. If only I were the dust, so I could be trampled
And glory would kiss my feet.

5. When I am unknown, my age will speak of me,
Wherever I have been, without accounts.

6. People's experiences left me no companions,
No one to be chosen for me or hoped for in my pursuit.

7. So if I complain one day, say to me:
Who should I complain to that is higher than You?

8. You substituted Rome for the Northern lands -
Things change with time.

9. Not the drinking companion I see as my companion,
Nor is the wine I drink my wine.

10. My steeds do not roam it, nor will they one day
Strike down the attackers, my tents.

11. Except that I console myself by describing
The Most Chosen One's glorious door.

12. My peer in prose and verse of the age,
My brother in literary lineage.

13. With a disposition that preoccupies my heart
Since you saw it, apart from loved ones.

14. A bride of composition came to me from him
Consoling my loneliness and estrangement.

15. When I present her with little,
She is not satisfied with my spirit and fleeting youth.

16. She takes from me wishes, saying:
"Here is my parchment and ink, this is my book."

17. And his daughter came to her to seek forgiveness,
My daughter, shyly veiled.

18. No beautiful one exposed her beauty
Like her, hidden in the veil.

19. I am excused where I cannot excel in poetry
And that I was right in my mistake.

20. Composition among my people and I
Is the prose of souls above the tombs.

21. And the cultivated good in ease and unease,
Giving freely before being asked.

22. Though it contains no meanings
More gratifying than punishments.