1. O you whose tears flowed and sobbed
And whose heart has not diminished or extinguished its flame

2. And who became enamored but his love was betrayed
So it no longer follows its former ways or experiments

3. His determination to abandon love has weakened
So he obeyed it, disobeying leaving it

4. Passion forcibly took hold of him
By force, though he's not equal to it or accustomed to it

5. O heart, you were unfaithful though you should have been loyal
Your actions were not proper or decent

6. You didn't honor your guest, the longing, by meeting
Or keep ties with him forever or draw him near

7. O Hind, you have ignited the evil of disdain
In my heart, never to be extinguished, so strange

8. Since I recognized his love, ask about
The state of the one seized by disdain and stripped away

9. A youth counseled sincerely but he
Corrupted what he presented, faulty and blamable

10. My melting soul, if you submit
To one who causes this, say who melted it

11. O soul, you have over lamented so show
Patience over the delusions of passion and its nearness

12. For fate has brought joy with Ahmed
In his full moon I feel safe and sheltered

13. The victorious king who seized the heights
And glory - all pride is in his plunder

14. A king filling the world's expanse, exalted, and whenever he saw
The least arrogance he called "Exalted am I with Him!"

15. O my state, protect the lands and listen
So attack on a day of ignorance and ambiguity

16. Rather, divide his enemies between the slain
And the captive, so he may be sated and fight

17. His decree is the truth of the Most High, gladdening me
So I am amazed at a truth that is fulfilled and soothing

18. Preserving promises - none like him
Who would break them - the son of Husaybah and his kindred

19. O deputy of the Merciful, how much
Grace has come to me from You, beyond what I intended

20. The udder of Your right hand still overflows
To nourish me since I grew up as a youth

21. How often when thirsty have I said at the spring of another
"O my innermost being, do not increase doubts!"

22. And when the dew called through it "Kill poverty
For the uniquely generous one of your time," I said "Make me melt!"

23. So I will praise Him and light a blaze
That will burn as long as Your drops are contented with me

24. And trill loudly the voice of the bulbul, wandering
And the raven croaking with grief for its companion

25. Give him the good news of a feast day in which you count triumphs
For you is a state in which glory revolves or intoxicates