1. I ask the travelers about her, while tears keep asking,
Perhaps gentle ways have softened her for reunion.

2. And I question the messenger but he has no knowledge,
Of what the spearheads and missiles have concealed.

3. The breeze has folded its hands cooled by her distance,
So I returned while having for the night confused dreams.

4. How can I blame the wind in the wind after she left,
When it enveloped the traits of her figure?

5. If she dwells in Babylon then yearn for her,
For every gazelle that enters Babylon is plundered.

6. Were it not for the customary rules of verse,
Clouds of tears from my passion would pour down showers.

7. And the wind of separation has kindled the fire of departure,
So hopes of reunion were reduced through it.

8. It destroyed gardens of youth and prime,
For which the blossoms of pleasure are now lifeless.

9. I reproach, do not disturb my heart for it is,
Beyond reproach. Is the living man in stupor to be blamed?

10. If I wronged you one year, disobeying,
Then he has no equivalent rival to match you.

11. By God, the nightingale is to me no helper,
When intimate friends have abandoned the forsaken.

12. Leave the red rose to lament with its hurt,
Whoever desires elevation from it is mean.

13. It bears only part of its tyranny over another,
This witness, its torn dress, and anklets.

14. She blamed me saying: respond in kind!
But where is the patience to resist her?

15. As for her anger, its victory is confirmed,
Rightly so, and as for her mouth, it is withering.

16. I opened my cloak of woven thread as if it were,
The darkness of night that is continuous.

17. And I was not one of her heroes except that I am,
Stalwart in bearing the strokes of misfortune.

18. Were it not for the Commander of the Faithful, my side would not be honored,
Nor would a group from me form a tribe.

19. He is the sea of knowledge and refinement has been obliterated,
So one who asks and one who questions have drawn from it.

20. The seal ring of Tayy in generosity is overflowing,
And firm in eloquence though not very eloquent.

21. Among mankind the horsemen of discourse, and when
Their later ones are praised, so are the earlier ones.

22. They are the people. Their glory is indeed camping,
With them, and their fame is travelling.

23. Swallow-like thoughts wander with them on the day of meeting,
And assemblies are adorned with them on the day of bestowal.

24. The hands of some of them enflame the fires of valor in war,
With them the water of clemency flows profusely.

25. People are but the shafts of spears while they are the
Arrowheads, and some superior ones are the lower parts.

26. May God water the meadow of glory with their pouring drink,
For its counterpart, abased nibblers, are invalid.

27. Through the Commander of the Faithful they have a nobility that ascends,
To where the descending stars alight.

28. And no less a commander is the Sword of Truth, vigilant for him,
Whose words are those of lightning and whose determination is firm.

29. He roams the field of eloquence charging with the spear
Of piercing proof that his fingers have straightened.

30. His writings are but battalions in the fray,
And his convincing arguments the heavily-armed companies.

31. He has plucked each bloom of pride from the gardens of his ancestors,
And what fruit is there other than sublime traits?

32. Congratulations for the deaf month, for it
Is serious for one who hears what I say.

33. He still remains in enduring honor and lasting bounty,
In prosperity, felicity that does not cease.