1. A youth consumed by the sorrows of his fickle beloved,
And a sky adorned by the twilight of its setting sun.

2. When the beloved is recalled the youth's breaths quicken,
His regrets echo and his tears scatter.

3. His times darken and his sighs multiply,
As the games of passion toy with his heart.

4. O driver of laments, go gently with them behind you!
A youth fragmented by the anguish of separation.

5. Tormented long by passion though ages have passed
His needs unfulfilled remain fixed in their place

6. A lover felled by ecstasy accustomed to the care of his friends
A sick one, made so by the cruelty of his beloved.

7. A weakened soul, robbed of the vitality of his heart
Stirred from afar by your leave-taking.

8. No peace remains for the longing one after you are gone
As your caravan departs with all haste.

9. If he sought to hide his secret from his friends
His tears would betray the truth he held within.

10. O you who fled, disavowing your slaying of me after
Your gaze bore witness to the murder you had wrought

11. I am the slain one, felled by the sword of your glance
And the harshness of your eyes that gore like horns.

12. They said his face shone like the full moon
But they lied, for where is its clarity and perfection?

13. This one has a slender neck made to steal minds,
His movements have robbed all reason from the world

14. This one has a languid, doe-like eye that flouts propriety,
Its piercing glances leave modesty confounded.

15. An idler, sobered by no wine, lost to the frivolity of youth,
Swept away aimlessly on tides of heedlessness.

16. If not for the youthful down on his cheek, pale as ivory,
His explosive charms would have stolen the world's sanity.

17. On his cheek scurry the moles flanking his temples,
Shielding his lips with their dark beauty.

18. Graceful are his glances, enchanting his movements,
Bewitching his looks and his airs.

19. By my life, he is the loveliest of gazelles,
When his cheek and fragrant breath appear.

20. O springtime, you who have left desolate
The plains once graced by people's presence.

21. After their departure, your symbols are transformed,
Your fields gloomy for want of their vitality.

22. You host no more the guests you hosted,
Nor do your valleys bear their wild cows.

23. Your days break with no youths,
Your wild does roam no longer.

24. Does anguish consume you as it did Mattayam
When the tides of grief engulfed him after their leave-taking?

25. As the noon of his youth departed smiling,
And the nights of old age descended upon his brow

26. Though refined by love, the brother of old age
Is blemished by its legacies upon his virtues.

27. Though excessive in disdain, the brother of youth
Is excused, for blameworthy are his rebuffs.

28. Though unsightly the state of the old one,
His condition remains benign to the lover.

29. One cannot complain if vigor departs the mature one,
While the faults of the youth are readily forgiven.

30. Just as freely pardoned are the errors of the child
While the lapses of the old are burdensome indeed.

31. They were the cup-bearers of the days of boyhood and youth,
When the heady wine of passion bore its fruits.

32. Days of play and joy, fresh and verdant,
Love displayed its wares throughout the land.

33. Life was carefree, fate looked upon us with favor,
As spring scattered before us its blooms.

34. I was the beloved of the beautiful one, but when
The garb of youth was doffed, the wild cows wandered far.

35. I became as one discarded and felled,
My withered branches intensely anguished by separation.

36. I bear no fault but my age, and thus proceeds
The mortal sphere, when destinations are reached.

37. Thus time fractures and binds anew,
Such are the ways of this world and its people.

38. Had it not been for the son of the Yemenite Sword,
The rightly guided path would not have regained its parts.

39. Through him every grim age smiles,
Through him the darknesses enshrouding our faith are dispelled.

40. Through him the concord of lovers regained its form
After integration, though now its term has elapsed.

41. That rightly guided Imam, intrepid and bold,
Whose strikes against injustice will always be told.

42. And so his son, the pure one, the hero of the Arabs
The lord of dew upon whom fearsome attacks were launched.

43. O House of Yemen, you are the downpour of mankind,
Through you our time regained its wholesomeness.

44. The days turned just and prosperous with your justice and munificence,
Through you the kingdom grew upright and the law held its balance.

45. Through you faith emerged from the darkness of concealment,
Without you its signs would not have been illuminated.

46. Through you justice was upheld and guidance was spread,
Without you its tree would not have borne fruit.

47. O lords of realms, you tower above mankind,
Blessed is the age that claims you as its lords.

48. No wonder that fate bows to you in your time,
When you are its heroes, lions and protectors.

49. Let fate be gentle in the age that counts you
As its kings, governors and judges.

50. You who thwart the wiles of the envious one,
Whose plots against you come to nothing.

51. You who melt the hearts of the envious,
Foiling those who doubt and scheme against you.

52. If my devotion cannot comfort you,
My words at least will dash the hopes of your foes.

53. Accept them as a bride adorned by her splendor,
As the full moon enhanced the light in its halo.