1. Forgive your servant, whose talents have died,
And whose tears have preoccupied him in overflowing prison.

2. Lonely, with no friend to console him,
And if the night comes with no paper on which to pour out his thoughts.

3. Sleepless, after once being helped to slumber
By scents that used to bring rest to the weary.

4. How can the heavens oppose my hopes and invert them
With its actions, when its orbit has strayed?

5. People have turned away, with no piety to support me,
So my interests are lost, lacking a protector.

6. No good in a country whose glory has waned,
And whose grief has grown, its esteem diminished.

7. How many men have I prepared for this day,
Yet their nature was not kind, nor forgiving.

8. How many friends, whose love was not like my blood,
While my eyes were angry at my soul appeasing them.

9. How often I found myself at night possessed of passion,
Then regretted it in the morning.

10. Gazelles of the horizon attract me in their beauty,
But approaching them brings misfortune's blow.

11. My book of complaints, with all that saddens me,
Is an ocean to overwhelm its reader and explicator.

12. Beacon of the age, our master and leader,
You whose advice has enriched us.

13. You who through prayers for good have helped us attain,
Forgiveness for sins, with a handshake as a gift.

14. So live as you wish in my withdrawal, your fame
Is like musk exuding its fragrance for all.

15. Surrender the days, generous brother,
Imposing your praise on all creation.