1. In youth I was dragged by the rope of an infamous one, spun
And the resolves of the jealous were determined in separation

2. Sorrow overflowed for the ambitious eye that loved
Dispersed between bidding farewell and enduring

3. How can there be solace for a heart that has gone mad
Raving for the companion of a heart that is not mad

4. Disobeying solace the morning after separation, broken
With tears flowing in the wake of the broken one

5. If not for the pretense of the eye's tears, my hidden secrets
Would have been revealed that did not appear nor were perfected

6. Is the separation not enough that I was struck by its arrows
Until it struck me with the glances of the beautiful eyes

7. What it reaped for me, even if it was a true dream
Was a fleeting, furtive surrender with reserve

8. What would it matter to fate if its chalice was mixed
And the intoxication of youth returned to my head

9. The sin of events for me is that they secretly stole
The daughters of my generosity and weariness

10. And many a day of pleasures on its death bed
I shortened with the meeting of a friend and separation

11. And a night I stole from a year
In which youth uncovered for me the eggs of rhyme

12. My days and I today have no great age
Drinking wine and playing the rebeck of leisure

13. If I complain of love to it, it blushes
My complaint making its cheeks red from shyness

14. How many days under fate's slumbering eye
I severed with youth in play and earnestness

15. And a branch of goodness, its friendship inclined to me
I rewarded it with praise in which there is no affectation

16. And a land facilitating the mounts of travelers
I made successful with the carrion of the graceful gazelle

17. Why this stay when this star appears
Deliverance has drawn near and the journey so depart

18. O leaning your head, the lion is crouching
Incline the skulls and necks so straighten!

19. Beware of an awesome roaring hero
Whose sword wastes only the brains of heroes

20. If not for Yazid the kingdom would have collapsed
Or leaned like a fish or outstretched in height

21. The Caliph drew a sword from the Bani Matar
Its pillar made upright whoever had a lean

22. How many attackers in the battle's fray
If not for Yazid's Bani Shayban would not attain

23. The imam's fang that relaxes when
War relaxes its pickaxes is unbent

24. Whoever has a spear waver in his stance
Yazid's spear then is without wavering

25. Yazid sealed the frontiers after they gaped
With the riser of the sword, not by cunning and tricks

26. How many heroes tasting the bath of death through him
Defending the truth, cannot be reproached for fleeing

27. A striking white lion who pounces on whites
Not content for his master the day of rout with loss

28. He covers the frenzy as the fire's sparks are in his hand
He throws horsemen and heroes with flames

29. He relaxes when war intensifies, smiling
When the face of the brave knight changes

30. Brandishing over a skull the day of clamor
As if he is a fate hastening toward hope

31. He attains with gentleness what exhausts men
Like death deliberate, it comes at peace

32. He only conceives war slowly producing
From it one slain and captive without wavering

33. If his qualities are examined, his traits
Vary between giving, refusing, and excuses

34. He covers deaths with deaths then relieves them
From souls expectant of confusion

35. People only travel toward his chamber
As the house they sacrifice to, the roads' confluence

36. The deaths of the vile feast on their souls
As guests feast on cheeses and sliced meats

37. He clothes the swords with the blood of betrayers through it
And makes the skulls crowns of the dusty, withered bones

38. Mornings and evenings, deaths are on his tongue
Thoroughfares challenging people with fate

39. If a faction rebels beyond obedience
He conjures death for it between whites and blacks

40. He has accustomed birds to habits, trusting in them
Thus they follow him in every new abode

41. You see him secure in double armor
Not feeling safe from time hastily called

42. Clear-eyed, ambitious, his goal
Is to break the stubborn and capture the killer Puller

43. Musk does not scent his cheeks and temples
Nor does kohl cleanse his eyes

44. When he bares his sword, its paths
Are the paths of death in bodies and hills

45. If his soul's thought is alone, his idea
Hope lives and fear of fright dies

46. Like a lion, if aroused then death is his comfort
He does not rest for days and dynasties

47. When events conspired against his ridge
They plotted against a Shayban neighbor's moving

48. So time envies its former ones its latter ones
As there was none like him in its early eras

49. If the Sharqi is not boastful over anyone
Pride itself speaks of him without affectation

50. Do not deny me, as forbearance is his source
An inheritance in Bani Shayban unceasing

51. They asked the swords so they covered those who fought them
Showing them devoid of refusal or acceptance

52. The Zaydis a people, in their spears
Is the fear of the fearful and safety of the anxious fearful

53. Their elder, astride, the firmaments do not stand
In forbearance and their child in mature guidance

54. Yazid submitted so there is no enmity in religion
When you submit and no void in the kingdom

55. He affirmed the market of the people of Islam so it straightened
The day of al-Khalij when it stood on frauds

56. If not for your defense the harm of Rome when it attacked
The Prophet's family would not have felt safe from loss

57. And Yusuf al-Barmak, you left his camp's morning
With a camp spewing out fates with fervor

58. You respited him the day of crossing the river, his chance
While he was confined in war with respite

59. And the defector ibn Tariq, you charged against him
With an army facilitating deaths, pouring calamity

60. When he saw you glorified in his death
And that driving you back could not be done by tricks

61. He risked the battle so you lightened the encounter for him
Putting forward in it steps without reliance

62. They died while you were resting in their breasts
As your sword was healing from bonds

63. If other than a Sharqi circled round him
Al-Walid would have won the toast of the virtuous of traits

64. You stood by the religion the day of trial so
Its pillars leaning were made upright

65. Their throng was not when you met them
Other than like ostriches scattered in haste

66. They repented but if they did not repent their sins
Your army would have come back with prisoners and spoils

67. How many secure people far from home, defiant
You brought out from the citadels of kingship and fortresses

68. On your two days, it refuses you blame if mentioned
Wrath, a sword, honor not degraded

69. And defecting invaders from their homes
Who do not falter nor deliver from faltering

70. You left their bodies as birds encamped
Upon them and drove them confused with the lock

71. So boast - what in Shayban is your peer?
That is what the Bani Shayban have of peers

72. How many scenes for you whose merits cannot be counted
You apportioned in them like the sustenance of mankind and beasts

73. By God, in His land Hashim has a mountain
You and your son pillars of that mountain

74. They magnified you so you are not called for slightness
Except for an ordeal ameliorated with determination

75. O Lord of an honoring for which aspirants of it despaired
The grandees strived for it but did not attain

76. People busied themselves with the world and its vanity
While you were occupied by that known kindness

77. I swear none persisted seeking your bounties from you
Nor did you prevent earnestness by jest

78. Your tongue refuses to deny a request of your generosity
So it does not waver between generosity and stinginess

79. You believed my assumption and the assumptions in it
Your generosity transcended the knots of traveling from my camel