1. Say to Ashsha'uniy and do not be ashamed,
The saying of a man truthful in his plea,

2. O you whom separation has exposed when it exposed
Some hail, sleet, and snow,

3. And pomegranate peel, and youthful folly, and
A clenched juiceless unripe date,

4. Your necklace is camphor without a doubt
And your mind the ringing of the bells,

5. And your cool utterance, my master,
Is from the babbling that blows in the crevices,

6. It folds over weak meanings to make them strong
Like the folding of the guinea fowl in the thickets,

7. I wondered what was up with your wife, why didn’t she
Appeal to you for help with a cooing,

8. Why didn’t her opponent turn away from her
Cured by you without incision,

9. Why didn’t her cheek heal from the slap
Of silence with snow on a cheek,

10. I reckon she pounded beans,
For that pounding is what saved her,

11. She cooked him with vinegar and mustard,
And who can stand up to that face with vinegar!

12. What is the state of one neighboring you, morning
And stove are painful, how evil is its burning,

13. So no mouth works to utter a word,
And no hand dares extend to a knee,

14. And if you desire another wife,
To have one is enough of a wife,

15. An old croaker that you can toy with,
Who comes to you in a horde,

16. She laughs her gap-toothed laugh for you,
The laughter of gravel on a storm-battered beach,

17. Then deny her your maternal uncle after
You make him into depravity in a jar,

18. And carry for her eggs and icy water,
Two kinds in one bag and one pot,

19. And live with her in a place dripping dew
In the cold or in a tower overlooking the land,

20. And if you want to wash, prepare for it
Vinegar and clean yourself with a sun-dried brick,

21. And mix wild thyme and seed of unrest
For a well-blended footbath,

22. And build with the wind’s crevice a wind-catcher
That it heads for in dread of the din,

23. And make do with cotton of snow instead of a fur coat
That spares you gathering or begging,

24. And spin it with the wind and ready for it
The smooth pulley and winch,

25. And Chinese porcelain, make them
A holiday like the holiday of the Holy Pilgrimage,

26. And avoid the clothes’ tailor and shave yourself with it,
And circumambulate the circumambulation of people at the Hajj,

27. You’re nothing but cold and absent,
Lost from the orbit of the Refrigerator in difficulty,

28. Your rude coldness which has come over me
Has made me fall into confused thinking,

29. Never in my life has anything like it
Afflicted me, not even a Saturday or a withdrawal!

30. So ask God for forgiveness and do not rush about
In books forever and seats of honor,

31. And do not obey your coldness in the likes of this
Except towards a slave of yours or a professional,

32. You have always been one who drinks what is not fresh,
And saliva from sour orange juice,

33. May January and the new moon, when upright,
Be your fortune, and mansion, and zodiac sign,

34. And you came from your ancestry among a tribe
Of the bleary-eyed and the lame,

35. White and black over the harm they have inflicted
As if they were chess pieces,

36. Their meanness, O Yajuj, went round
With Dhu ‘l-Qarnayn calling for mayhem,

37. And a necklace adorns your neck appearing to be
A knot of bitter orange,

38. No wind blew in a place
And the snow piled up on a pasture,