1. Longing led the insomniac's night astray
And a glance burdened his eyes with wakefulness

2. Is it sorrow departing from him
Lingering in his breast with illness and stillness?

3. Or does he not forget days gone by for him
That flowed upon him with pleasures but did not return?

4. He spent the night weeping until, when the darkness waned
And dawn lit up like kindling, he rose

5. Wandering, so its phantoms accompanied him
Embodying a spirit for his body

6. As if they were the fangs of water killing him
An agate laughing in a cool cheek

7. Until when comfort stood up from him did its visitation cease
The winds of fate blew and the sorrow of eternity remained

8. The succession of events almost consoles him
Were it not for remnants of his stilled heart's impulses

9. Had time doubly increased he would regain his verdure
And seek the friendship of maidens once more

10. What did the estrangement of society seem to be to him
The next morning whether he praises or blames the past?

11. God bless the girls whose coyness spared him
Until they caused him - thirsty - to gain no want

12. He feared eyes and his resolve drew him
To refusal to wander free

13. And they departed - the eye coping with farewell -
Its person pouring tears on the trail

14. By God, I will make up for the wasted passions
And the habit of generosity in my nomadic verses

15. He desires the unkempt one whom hope has given success
And a knot of expectation guaranteeing the covenant

16. So his ambition deposited him in the bellies of the desert
And the journeys left him among the haircloth and the leather skins

17. Until, when darkness grasped its expanse
And the goal of his journey was appointed without end

18. After the burden, two barren months gave birth to him
That were neither pitched nor brought forth

19. It cast him like a blade attached to resolves
That sought resting places, the best of supports

20. Its custom woke his sleep from him and shared him
With the new moons and the festivals, happy events

21. Far be it that the seeker of prestige should fail
By the bliss before you, though without you he would not find

22. The hopes of one hopeful in you are confident
That he will not be disappointed in them until the end of time

23. Your gifts come varied, not just one,
To those who expect them, even if distant

24. Like the torrent they come after a tenth
To him its bells with foam and turbidness

25. Custom does not prevent insistence from its seeker
Nor bring him near, courteous, slowly

26. He acts generously, protecting and patronizing him
As if he were a father affectionate to his son

27. He enriched the friend so they lived comfortably through him
And the palm of his generosity extracted the spite of the envious

28. He who piles up food for the guests, they have no
Virtue but from one of reason and without zeal

29. Misfortunes come and undo his works
And nothing polluted in them dirties the palm of the critic

30. He does not know money except when asked
Or the day he collects it for pillage and squandering