1. My resolve weakens amid obstacles in the wilderness,
And I see no escape though the litters sway.

2. Love refused to be lulled in my languid eyelid,
Rouse it from my eyelid, it refuses to be lulled.

3. How often did my tearful cheeks block
The piercing glance - my tearful cheeks did not block it.

4. Friends of love and through love one says "peace"
And through it there are battlefields.

5. They came forth with bare blades beneath their necks,
So it was ruin if you pardoned them, and ruin if not.

6. At times my eyes say they are chaste,
And at times my heart says they are wanton.

7. Will not my sickly eyelid cease, though it
Exhausts my body if I meet you and exhausts itself?

8. The waving branches helped you slay me,
A branch of it bent over and your bond shook.

9. And ceaselessly a skirmisher held back your coat of mail
As if holding back your determination to hold back.

10. Would it have been wrong had you rescued a passion
Where your tyranny hurriedly judges?

11. As if no star had winked at the suns
With their darkness winking and greeting its wink.

12. A blonde whom the days made sickly
Then recovered as she refines herself in the fires.

13. An old woman with a rosary of her love
Praying over a people through it and blessing.

14. We visited her taverns which seemed
Like sanctuaries of piety frequented by us.

15. After her we refused any religion but the pleasure-loving,
And the pleasure-loving is truly religious.

16. The fragrance of her breeze reminded us of Rizwan,
And Rizwan said to us, "Rizwan, the guardian!"

17. There we were freely given a cup of firm resolve
Filtered of dregs by the strainer.

18. We pitched the wing of passion among her ribs
So caravans passed and were jostled.

19. She almost says, as she shook the flanks with her hands,
"What I stir up none else can stir."

20. As if we and the mouths of the passes flowed
Toward a lord through every land's paths.

21. It is the sea spurred on by the sailing ships
To it while the winds race to obey it.

22. When its beauty gave me life, how often
I said, "Without your protection, I am lost!"

23. Bless him in whom culminated
Her meadows which she restored to him, her blessings.

24. Those maidens did not stumble, for they
Are harder to walk than your stony paths.

25. To you we brought chaste and veiled girls
How many your "God forbid!" repelled in its boiling!

26. When praise adorns the dews it adorns them
They are the jewelry of its prose, not your jewelry.

27. Polished by the lightning of smiles as if
Commanded by the suns to brush them.

28. When the prince's orchard is served with gratitude
He stretches his hand - does a prince have a prince?

29. For him they lift the curtains though they are veils
And refuse exaltation if I say "your love."

30. A mouth remained which if not you then none would see
In it pain though laughs revealed it.

31. The horizon except your face is its full moon
And your deeds its blooming stars and comets.

32. With you perished resolves, melting resolves,
And fancies - anxious fancies - pining for you.

33. With rectitude you tread straight as the path
So none but it has paths to the loved ones.

34. Firm as a mountain is your grasp
Where you grasp with your right, the grasper leaves grasping.

35. When the swords tear a side with a flash
Your repairing it patches it with straps.

36. You who cemented the pillars of the Hashimites -
Pillars whose nakedness dresses with splendor.

37. The highest assembly is filled with the likes of you, protectors and imams,
Angels their guardians and friends.

38. It left so the sea is but your pond
And its streams are only your streams.

39. It went where no hissing adder strikes
To be feared nor any thorny weed ensnares.

40. How many words would that I had avoided in speeches
Since your frowning mouth loathed them before speaking!

41. No doubt giving freely to people brings ease
Each of them takes from it what suits him.

42. The short-of-goods share with you your riches -
Do you have in gaining supremacy a partner?

43. Uncover the veil from the ear of my truthfulness
In what I say of you no falsehood.

44. Let the poet cool the fever of praise thus
No shame if told "You, the weaver of lies!"