1. The dawn has come and the misfortunes have passed
The planets have freed themselves from their ill omen

2. And the face of success smiles after its sullenness
Joyous and cheerful is its destiny, laughing

3. With the coming of a master, the least of what he contains
Is beyond reason and comprehension

4. And if he speaks addressing, his words
Are pearls, our minds are their string

5. He is the light of faith shining for the seeing
And the darkness of the heart of his envious enemies, a pitfall

6. His generosity from the sea of the earth is a drop
That suffices, so no favor and no withholding

7. And virtues that numbers have not counted
And the dust of his steeds' hooves comprehension cannot reach

8. So look upon me with kindness, rather mercy
I hope for them, for perdition has touched me

9. Time's betrayals have nearly undone me, and I have
A paltry portion, in it there is no liveliness

10. I am the falcon whose wing is broken
Maybe it will mend and freedom will find

11. I am the gold dirtied by muddy smears
Scouring will remove it and make it shine

12. I complain to you of comrades who have diminished
In their assumption my worth when they emulated

13. A people, if you look closely at them, you will not find
Save scrawny necks carried by the spinners

14. They planted for us the seeds of promises and around it
Pitfalls were set for us behind them

15. And they shared between themselves our endowments
As if they were altogether their possessions

16. If they were to insult, I would insult their insults
With poems that bite sharp and deadly

17. The unbelievers would testify from their deeds
Confused and the pious would blaspheme

18. If not for providence and screening from them
The fish would have eaten our dark flesh

19. There is none among them but a pretentious
Arrogant in himself, exalted lad

20. Who scorns with one of his hands a bribe
And rejoices with it and its sister the toothpick

21. Oh refuge of his door and his honored side
Not bedouins, non-Arabs, and Turks

22. Rise and defend a stranger of superior merit in the sanctuary
Sucked by the cupper and the tailor

23. And greet the one bitter time comes to
The steps of your good fortune in the sky, like fish