1. Release the shackles of the soul with comfort
I am truly at ease with it

2. Wisdom has nearly exhausted my spirit, so
Revive it with strings and goblets

3. It rebuked me for forgiveness
And considered that my righteousness

4. Alas! None preserve my honor
Except wealth spent on entertainment

5. So deny your shyness, for if only
I had other than my wings for flight

6. And the boards refused, I indeed
Am defiant of the boards

7. Determined on squandering divine praise
Happy and shouting in celebration

8. Giving youth what it loves
Of idleness and comfort

9. Dealing seriously at times and
At other times joking around

10. While I pull the train of sins, I rode
Among the tents of weapons

11. And attack in the battles of glory, I poured
Myself into the basin of wine

12. So my day is for the eminent
And its spirit always for my comfort

13. And she of the sick eyes works
In the intimacy of the pure pages

14. The well-built, their curves
Pliant to the winds

15. The rider of the pintail, a child
Thirsty, satiated, loose dress

16. In her lap one singing
Strumming sincere strings

17. Connecting double and triple meanings
With shouting and prostrating

18. Winking at a fawn, she laughs
Revealing her white teeth

19. She floats in everything coquettish
And all she sings is my suggestion

20. She leaves the vast wilderness
Spreading thereby the scent of meadows

21. I am the son of horsemen of spears together
And horsemen of swords

22. My people are the Banū Sāsān for me
None dare violate what is sacrosanct

23. Diadems and crowns smile
From their morning faces

24. And they make their number
As a place for sacrifices

25. And our loyalty is to the noble ones
Of exalted family descent

26. And when spears clash
My pens are my spears

27. Their ink blends
With the blood of fresh wounds

28. As if the sound of their shrieking
Is that of the wounded screaming

29. And if matters become obscured
We judge them with clarity

30. Woe to a mother whose lifetime concealed me
Else I would refrain from my struggle

31. And come apologizing
For my trespass and dispersion

32. And I was amazed by the nights
How they fled from my wings

33. But it is the war of the passionate one
And the peace of the brazen-faced

34. And I must strive, but it is not
For me to attain success