1. Do you think that after you I found delight,
Oh Abu al-Fadl, or lifted off my shoulder a burden,

2. Or that my eyes benefited from a fleeting glance,
Or that I stood firmly to drink from a cup?

3. So the days have left me dry until night, my master,
And my right hand is empty of its promises,

4. But I donned the garment of resignation,
So I pass the night and the grip of death digs for me a grave.

5. It is right for someone in whom I placed all love
And made enduring in the highest place a memory,

6. That he sees nothing but obedience to your command
And that he shun pleasures when you spurned them.