1. The dew descended in the spacious valley,
And dawn shone with the melody of the foliage,

2. Your glance cannot reach what the morning breeze wrote,
Above the pond you will find scribbled letters,

3. Each letter has the meaning of a passing rapture,
With it the foliage sings a melody of singing,

4. The racecourse for steeds gleamed,
There the bay horse shone with a glossy chestnut color,

5. Red are the abodes where friends dwelt as though it were
A sunset in which the stars of the sky appeared,

6. They are like rays except that their light
Is from themselves not from perforations of light,

7. And if you return to the truth they are
A fire whose body dissolved in water,

8. It flows and intoxicates minds with its goblets
As glances intoxicate hearts,

9. It was hidden from eras so it is a treasure
Deposited in a container since Adam's time,

10. Oblivion erased its existence so it vanished
Except as a breeze that blew away dust,

11. It is the embers of the steed to which
Its angels prostrated in bygone days,

12. So get up and drink the dawn for the gray hair
Of morning has appeared with darkness,

13. And a sorceress crooned in her den,
Making music instead of the whistling of the flute,

14. The foliage sings saj‘ in the stillness of a meadow
Grazed by the gentle, crying camels,

15. It weeps the warble though it never saw it
What a rememberance occurred without meeting!

16. It resembled me in love but it
Did not share with me my burning and crying,

17. The breeze leaned toward it while grief leaned toward me
Far apart are its bliss and my misery!

18. I, o turtledove, know more of love than you
So leave yearning for you are not my equal,

19. I am a man led by affection
And the truth of pacts and loyalty flows in me,

20. I find no peace in diversion even if
My bosom friend acts foolishly toward me,

21. My integrity is not hostage to ransom nor does
My hand cast off the crisis of my chastity and loves,

22. But I am a target for the arrows of envious people
Who protect themselves from the flames of my enemies,

23. Without any crime I am attacked only because
Hatred of merit is the way of ignoramuses,

24. Evil company is wretched for it is
The rising of souls and trial of generous people,

25. I live in a betraying and treacherous time,
Changing color like the chameleon,

26. Hidden enemies no friend is safe from
And brothers of the present and ease,

27. I tried the brotherhood of a people so I tried
The ugliest pact and brotherhood,

28. They have become for fate an object of blame
In every source of ordeal and affliction,

29. The harshest that the youth faces in his time
Is loss of honor and company of villains,

30. Man is wretched in time because of his intellect
For merit is the bane of rational people.