1. The stars of the living inclined towards sunset,
So ask not about the dead star.

2. He dwelt in the abodes with conscience,
And his heart marched among the burdens.

3. Were it not for love, you would not have seen my body
In their lands, toiling in toil.

4. Did the lovers know that my heart
At dawn of separation, bid farewell?

5. And did the flirts know that my eyelid
Short of sleep in the long night?

6. In those domes is cure for my love,
But no way is there to it.

7. If loyalty was prescribed on the flirts,
I would not be one with a frail body.

8. So if I burn, it's from sighs of passion,
And if I drown, it's in my pouring tears.

9. I thrilled for Euphrates, and I craved
The doves that never cease their coos.

10. May time bring me close to him,
And give me what I desire, my wish.

11. The duties of life turned yellow,
And the branch of joy inclined to wither.

12. If the miserly one helped us a bit,
With a phantom that comes and goes.

13. I would rinse my mouth with its rain,
And drain my illness from its pillows.

14. I'd pluck the rose of that cheek for a kiss,
And the narcissus of that kohl-lined eye.

15. I have a thirst controlling my heart,
To the drink from the pouring freshet.

16. The meadow breeze with fragrant blow
Reminded me of days of bliss and union.

17. I see her not inclined to approach,
Nor is my heart inclined to lament.

18. Her charm controls every heart,
As the mighty controls the lowly.

19. If she wears the gown of beauty one day,
My clothes are the gown of mourning.

20. When tyrants crowded around me,
I made the wind my messenger to you.

21. How much joy I have in intimacy!
How much acceptance I have in union!

22. Perhaps the caravan will carry me to you,
Continuing arrogance and acrimony.

23. Oh times that passed with me
From those landmarks and hills.

24. Lo! I was victorious with every victory,
So I fear not prolonging of rectangles.

25. Clouds of crisis, steeds of war,
Dens of darkness, lions of the jungle.

26. They have a care like their lofty cauldrons,
And good like their fine deeds.

27. When they attend to the call, who of them
Is hosted by the generous, hospitable man?

28. When they ride, the allies gathering
Scatter from the wounded or the killed.

29. When they cry for help defending a wrong,
You see the swords' kin unsheathed.

30. If you inflict them one day with their like,
Then misfortune is not like plentiful grazing.

31. Saladin, you lived alongside glory,
Where your enemy sleeps in languor.

32. When turns of fate grow angry,
Your angry resolve restrains it with neighing.

33. A day in which there is no glory for the feeble,
Some find death, and some find life.

34. The steeds of cavaliers prowl it,
On racers faster than horses.

35. The lances of war rose like thickets,
Its streams flowed with white spear-tips.

36. Its depths rose like clouds, and flashed
The lightning of blades in the horses' neighing.

37. The enemies fled, falling short
Of the deeds of the long-armed.

38. Some girded with swords,
Others fleeing to the shackled horses.

39. You were more eminent than those to whom
The banners of troops were tied the morning after war.

40. To you came the mounts of poetry, winding
Through the expanses of sadness and plains.

41. Like flowers of a meadow dragged over them
Are the trailing skirts of the gentle wind.

42. Minds are humbled by it, and no wonder,
Like wine plays with minds.

43. A gift from a loyal devotee,
May you accept it clad in welcome.