1. Ask the night about its cycles, do they flow in vain?
Never, they flow only to an appointed time.

2. They are arranged in the expanse of space and its breast,
And orbit in order, adorned.

3. There is in them a melody for readers, a poem
Of sublime wisdom no singer could satisfy.

4. It sheds through it a light across His book
And its margins flow to us effortlessly.

5. The night sky stirred the stillness of my thoughts
So it roused the daughters of poetry in me to happiness.

6. The darkness dispersed, and the meteors before it,
And my worries were shrouded in dispersal.

7. So my regrets are the darkness and meteors past,
I see the cup shaking, ignited by them.

8. Have no pity for me in my misguidance, for
The right way ends in my misguidance in drinking it.

9. I have ladled it in my palm and, with its cup,
Repeatedly risen, though my breast echoes it not.

10. The daughter of the vine fell short not,
Rather, you extended hands, and sorrow extended hands.

11. I am no man whom worries ascend to his breast,
But a soul attempting an aim.

12. I am straitened by it a while, and it straitened by me,
As the scabbard treats the sharpened sword.

13. And I struggle with it in worry and tire in demands,
And in it I fatigue lovers in envy.

14. And whoever blames enemies, I do not wrong friends
For my affliction from loved ones.

15. I was not one hoping them for a task,
But I demanded a right made clear.

16. No man of right, though mighty his right,
Inclines to hatred but loses right and transgresses.

17. If I wished, high places would come obedient to me,
But I found patience a sweeter draught.

18. I see truth as a kingdom and hypocrisy as servitude,
Though to many a kingdom and misery.

19. I know today runs after yesterday
And tomorrow belongs to Abbas and the nation.