1. Stop weeping, O self, though its fortresses be long,
And though joy be foreshortened for it.

2. If it finds peace, its peace will bring it down;
If it conceals, its conscience will divulge it.

3. At dawn it is as if the dawn frightens it away,
And at night it flees as if the night would harm it.

4. O digger of the pit it has fallen into!
Thus despair has become its companion.

5. It does not stop shedding tears from blood,
With a fire burning between its ribs that stirs it.

6. It went away while the body was overflowing with blood,
With tears, and burnt with another blaze.

7. Nothing remained of it visible, except when
Its moaning calls you, and its sigh.

8. If the dwellers of the abode travelled away,
After my night, will your castles avail you?

9. How can I see in it an evening conversation,
When its peaks are barred from me?

10. I struggle against fate, and fate overcomes;
Woe to me from its ruggedness and hawks!

11. May God shepherd days whose suns
Shone upon us as they did in our homes.

12. I wished to see even the specter of its specter,
And said, perhaps in delusion I may visit it.

13. I was told: The nights for separation have saddles;
Do you slumber that it may come to you walking?

14. I said: My eyelid feels no shame from its slumber;
Where can my eye obtain sleep and borrow it?

15. It suffices that I stay up and my tears overflow
When its abundant seas overflow.

16. It suffices that I stay up; a land whose sadness
We trod barefoot, and its wounds were not paved.

17. Wounds you see whose burdens of leadership are heavy,
When its sellers and supporters wearied of it.

18. Not to mention the burden that weighs down
The shoulders of the kings of heaven and earth.

19. I see love embodied, melting away,
More refined and hidden, nay most hidden than its vapor.

20. Woe unto you who came seeking authority
While being nothing but its slave, not its prince.

21. You go with a heart infatuated with burdens
And you return with a liver that its blaze does not suffice.

22. You are pleased by the pleasures of supremacy from it,
While its remoteness and desolation rebut you.

23. Its rule fills you with anxiety, and its reins
Pour fire into its throne and enclosures.

24. Your enemy is one who prays the fire of enmity upon you;
Indeed, this is the fate of overlords.

25. Go gently, be not carried away by arrogance,
For only evil corrupts deeds.

26. Its supremacy gave you sovereignty's drink sweetly;
Woe unto you from what it has stirred in breasts!

27. If its beginning showed you its sweetness,
Beware; you will find its end has become bitter.

28. Take a lesson from one who survives a tyrant
And which rugged one has been humbled by its wounds?

29. Beware! The wine of authority is a wine
That when it touches the heart, it troubles breasts.

30. How many heads it has toyed with
As it toyed with brave heroes.

31. It gave its desirers rest first, and they thought
This was its purpose.

32. Until they were intoxicated by it and did not sober
In the morning until its warner cried out among them.

33. They awoke while its flames surrounded them,
A hell, and the implements of torture were its walls.

34. Thus is the death of tyrants when they transgress,
And this is their resurrection, even if they were hypocrites in it.

35. Because they did not rule justly in their position
And did not walk the path of the light that shone from it.

36. They recklessly thought they ruled, so they caused corruption,
Now, where are the high ones who built it? And where is its prince?

37. And where is the sovereignty? Then where is its wealth?
And where is the pauper, then where is its poor one?

38. They passed away patting their chests, loving authority,
Though its judgments and reins alarmed them.

39. It left them in a forbidden place of refuge
To protect a self that its scriptures purified.

40. Scriptures that protect it through Mary in the world -
And no less, from a self that Mary is its walls.

41. She is the virgin who saved humankind through her virginity,
And her favors upon them, it is said, are her limp.

42. Her hands loved me - hands altogether gracious!
And those are hands whose fragrance does not go unnoticed.

43. Notwithstanding her gifts if you are ungrateful,
Do gifts ever go bad one day to an ingrate?

44. If the contract of trusts recoiled from it,
Or if it travelled the land of enemies on an evil journey?

45. I praised you, O Virgin, to gain through praising you
A delicate, delicate prisoner who is dear to me.

46. Without you O Queen of earth and sky,
A necklace of poems whose pearls are throats.

47. So treat them well if you are their subject,
You are their gems and you are their twinkles.

48. You own a lifelong devotion and praises binding,
Neither its years nor months wearied me.

49. Your attributes transcended to their value,
So where is its Farazdaq and where is its Jarir?

50. A gathering has adorned it with praise
That the silk-robed poet would find difficult.

51. A beautiful purchase - if Kanana saw it
She would rule that Udhra not be blamed for her chastity's wounds.

52. I see all poetry besides you as donkey fodder
Its animals trail it, and its donkeys.

53. And all praise besides you as dispraise
May God dissolve descriptions that their evils adorned.

54. I loved you with fine praise that it is as if
Scattered pearls from nights' oysters in their rounds.

55. Pearls systematically threaded in them
Their throats adorning their breasts.

56. Adorning their cheeks a fine, flirtatious grace
As charm adorned the rosy cheek its allure.

57. Coquettish, almost narrating from a smiling mouth
In your praise, as if it narrated its lines.

58. My refuge, and it suffices me as guidance her purity.
Upon her is God's peace, and God is witness

59. That I am her servant, and thankful.