1. Do you think the leaves in the branches sing for you?
No, they harbour sorrow like my sorrow

2. May Allah not let you see joy after this
O you who led us, if you do not answer me

3. Do you want to compete with me in expressing my love
In the land of the living, a branch with blossoms aroused my yearning

4. Excuse us though we have outrun you
For we cry over it while you sing

5. O time of my disgrace! Will there ever be
A time when fate allows return after abandonment?

6. Console us with the twigs of the bent branches
Of a willow tree - oh what a slapping of branches!

7. Ask sorrow - has it been generous to me
With a misfortune that narrated prosperity like my eyelids?

8. And the talks of the youth - do they know
That they possess my heart before my ears?

9. I am not afraid of impending misfortunes
Rather, I fear a heart that feels safe

10. I do not ask the generous one of the people
So why does the stingy one shun me?

11. We have agreed to refuse wealth
And despair prevents the humiliation of wishing

12. Befriend fate a little and admit
In it the two registers of ease and sorrow

13. A friend tells about his brothers
So ask the executioner what he knows of me

14. A wretch destined for misery hopes
Only to be counted as my peer

15. You slept on your side protected by it
You only rattled the cooking pots with evil

16. I will not please you with my war, so beware
Lest I restrain you with the bridle from my blows and stabbing

17. A drawn sword that reveals a dormant potency
You are in the worst safety from its sharpness

18. Be with the days a foe; my relationship in fate
Was only with a palm that did not reach me

19. With the mighty ruler my hand extended
So above the boughs of Suhā I pull my quiver

20. Ask the turns of fate about me in his presence
What fathers, and in what social class?

21. After the new moon his good omen led me
Even if others than him tried, they would not lead me

22. The people outstripped me making a deal with it
Its guide did not cheat me

23. Our hopes fell short of his generosity
So we blame the hopes, not him

24. Do not blame him for his lack
The squanderer destroys and the hoarder builds

25. So it is as if the money has allied
To disgrace a stingy man who did not disgrace me

26. Of the generous ones fate disciplined them
After it used to harvest the noble

27. They moved the thick wine on the day of battle
With swords the likes of which pierce deep in stabbing

28. Every drawn sword whose scabbard
And sheath are ruled by the doubling

29. An arousal to generosity became an intoxication
Which etiquette did not turbid with blaming

30. They sought eminence, so there came preceding
A stalwart who roughened the face of the old man

31. His personality was molded as an ideal of virtue
The one praising him means to praise virtue

32. He is my pillar in adversities, the contrary winds
Did not shake my pillar, O fate

33. O son of the pride of kingship, pride that
Is a lineage that suffices for glory and enriches

34. You have led my praise after it was
The honor of the two intimate friends of my chest and eyelids

35. And the villains who pursued
The course of time in stinginess and cowardice

36. All who uncover for me from his well
The shine of deceit in the obvious place

37. He follows generosity if his palm
Erroneously stinted one day it struck flint

38. Of fate's sons, they have from its meanness
A lineage in which the father joins the son

39. With that kindness despite their stinginess
A spectacle - whatever you wish of ugly and beautiful

40. The nights turned you away looking
At glory which never ceases to yearn intensely

41. And it was destined that my side be pelted
With bits and pieces from the people, degraded