1. They pitched tents upon the dew and small tents
And I was keen to pasture among them and their tents

2. I was not the first ascetic in a garden
Whose palms and branched trees were picked

3. How many with frail bodies yearn for it
While I, though healthy, have the ills of every frail one

4. So turn away from the valley, for its waters
Are what his fervent thirst is mixed with

5. The protectors extended from tongues above it
A shade, and that shade is from the fevered

6. And in the valley of Rama is a fray in which
The heart of the coward is captive to the glance of the spear

7. Wherever he turned to the horizons of his sun
You found them obscured by clouds

8. A melody which the breeze turns with its nectar
Blended with the sprinklings of gentle plucking

9. As if the smiling of the clouds is a lover
Who weeps for it with his heated tears

10. For whom are the dwellings like dwellings of loftiness
And light of horizons and distance of stars

11. The longing one has not glanced in them
Except it swayed from delight and bliss

12. Can it be that he whose face is a paradise to me
Knows that I warm myself by hellfire

13. I show composure in speech and fold myself
Without complaining, upon burning sorrows

14. What is it to me if when I sought shade under it
Its branches fell upon me with worries

15. I wander with veils and calamities
Not darkening my eyelids with drowsiness

16. How many noble qualities lowered their heads
The melody of separation by raising hands of despair

17. The tongue of time called my name truncating it
So I carried it from him with resignation

18. And I was called blessed, then its days
Took it back, so I was called deprived

19. If it weren't for the ancestors, no traveller would flourish
The palm of wealth and cling to the resident

20. And fortune, even in letters, has effect
Specializing in emphasis and amplification

21. And they kiss what roamed to them
Under the litter, from the most vulgar abuse

22. And they tolerated for the Persians in their Sana'a
The Umm that came on Peregrine Falcons

23. And string with the twine of words the pearls of their deeds
In the mantle of prose and verse