1. Who will save me, who will do me justice
From the oppressive tyrants?

2. A slender, gentle branch
Bending with the breeze.

3. Oh beautiful mole on his cheek! Have mercy
On this lover, show him kindness

4. For I hoped to be united with
This gentle, kind folk

5. My heart flew off in sorrow
And sadness and longing

6. They said he has disappeared, I said to them
The full moon does not disappear

7. But then he appeared smiling
Like the sun at dawn

8. I swear by his cool saliva
And his ambergris scented cheek

9. By the beauty spot that has lingered
On his cheek for so long

10. By his juicy lips like rose quartz
Pressed together like a clam

11. By the rose on his cheek
That has not been plucked

12. How I have suffered for love of him
With unquenched flames

13. He shot me with the arrows of his eyes
And my heart became the target

14. He has burdened me while the full moon
Must fulfill its obligation

15. Suddenly Satan died
And his beloved quarter was devastated

16. My intuition tells me he passed away
By God his death is unfortunate

17. If he were not dead as I said
His laws would not have changed

18. Where are his eyes that used to look upon wine, when
His decanters and vessels were stilled?

19. The wine jars were shattered, and the wineskins
Imprisoned after their breaking

20. Those with bumpers are confused, and the wine
Mixed with dust as it trickled forth

21. How many rogues say “Today is a day
The likes of grim-faced Qimri”

22. And a lad says “After this, getting drunk
Seems trivial to me”

23. Where are his eyes when the taverns
Were emptied of the hired servers and pimps?

24. The chickpeas were scattered, their dough
Mixed with dirt as it stuck together

25. The pastries are smashed up just as
The jugs were shattered in the mills

26. You see Zanqlun screaming at Zaynun
While Nato cries “O buffalo!”

27. They have plundered everything, partridges and quails,
My map and money have disappeared

28. Where is Sanquli, the frying pan, and al-Saffar,
God be pleased with him, and where are al-Mazraqi and al-Dabbous?

29. Where are you Nimshi, cousin, while Zaynun
My brother, is imprisoned because of me?

30. Where are his eyes as the grasses
Burn in a fire that terrifies the Magi?

31. They uprooted the seedlings while still
Small, green, and tender sprouts

32. The locusts weep over them
With tears that extinguish the flames

33. One calls to his friend “O Anaykir”
While another shouts “Mahlous!”

34. Dark-skinned one, kneel among the reeds
Striving while you are rough and filthy

35. None can withstand the torrents except
A hill of solid rock or a steadfast man

36. Begone, this is a land of chastity
While the debauched are inauspicious here

37. Where are his eyes, looking as the tavern
Was demolished by the axes?

38. Qadib, Zaynab, and Kahar
Weep bitterly, as do Nuza and Arus

39. One calls to her companion bidding farewell
No embrace, no hug, no kiss

40. All that has ended, and the time of separation
Remains, with no companion left for me

41. Where is the flute, the tambourine and reed pipe
To play for me, and the singing girls, O peacock?

42. So Shah Alain calls out:
The star Sati has been reversed by misfortune

43. May God reverse the star Sati, for in the seventh house
Of its sands it was weakened

44. Where are you Nimshi? The time has changed and become
Rotten, with no pleasure or musician left

45. Who is left for us after that shaykh, no
Khidn, Samir, companion, or friend?

46. Who, after his death, will make the lovesick one
Laugh if he frowns?

47. I will cry for him until tears
Run from my eyes so Galen lives on in my misery

48. And I will wail all my life and misguide
Whoever owns a purse after him

49. And I said, when he who denied denied my words,
The day Iblis passed away

50. He would not have died, nor would his body
Have been shrouded, had it not been for the justice of the minister

51. How could he live in an age nothing
Remains hidden from, neither guile nor deceit?

52. May God purify religion by the purifier
Taj al-Din, so no impurity remains

53. May his body rise in glory, for the glorious ones
Were brought to him like a bride

54. They are a clan whose gifts are bountiful
And upon them all honor rests captive

55. For if darkness falls, they are houses
And if daylight comes, they are suns

56. Their crown is their crown, and I make no pretense:
All of them are the highest of the high

57. O you generous one, when a generous one like you
Gallops off, it is as if you were a peacock

58. The people before said “We have never known
A sea contained in a goblet”

59. And the envious say “None before or
After him can be called chief”

60. The star of this one is a verse from the stars, and why
Did not Ptolemy tell people about him?

61. The new moon his forehead, his beauty spot his charm, his palms his bounty,
And the gardens his place of amusement

62. O eyes of the envious, avert yourselves,
For his honor is protected

63. Last, O minister hoped for,
And if you last, sorrow will leave us

64. Greetings from one who loves your joy, Saad,
And from one who does not, bad luck

65. God has protected the house where you are
For happiness has blossomed there

66. I compared it to the Gardens of Eden
And guarded it beyond any comparison

67. In my eyes the beloved is not just one branch
To me, the beloved is in every branch when it sways

68. May God cheer his quarter through you for an age
For it is a blessed, delightful harvest