1. The bard made her dance
And she stole the swaying of the young gazelles

2. The wine of revelry spread through her limbs
She sways tipsily on the carpet amid the cushions

3. The morning breeze flirted with her
Releasing water in the skin bags

4. Carrying news from a perfumed garden
Propped up by its willowy branches

5. The clouds shed tears of longing upon it
And lightning split the heart of the baptized

6. The wind then drowned it between its four sides
With waves in a tumultuous, billowing sea

7. Its waters seemed to echo thunderously
Yet the place of the family was not to be found

8. My soul, pledged to passion, galloped off
Pursuing the false horizons of trysts

9. Imagination brought her gifts when they lined
Her sleepy eyes with kohl for sleep

10. And they turned aside to the sand dunes while she
Clung to a pact of loyalty now broken

11. Reproach makes excuses, its banner fluttering
Beneath the veranda of boredom's chirping

12. And the well-wisher who shows me sincere affection
His advice, alas, goes unheeded

13. My heart thought me heedless, so it blamed me
While it was the one unaware in its rapture

14. The army of love marched on following it
Under a banner on which was written a pact

15. Wandering blindly with her were the eminent noses
Admitting their ignorance of guidance

16. Dawn crept away from her, heading off
And night returned, bound by fetters

17. Meeting those who hope in his family
Good news, ensuring an excellent reception

18. At every adversity he rushes
To the cry for help and the outstretched hand

19. He makes excuses for the negligent one
With endless patience and bounty

20. The cunning fox dwelling there would not know
Were it not for the nest the place of its lair

21. He who incubated the eggs, his hands became
Bound by those dark veils

22. Old age's kin, do not be fooled by it
A trait whose renewal is impossible

23. Youthful play is the fawn of childhood; when missed
Its days are no longer praiseworthy

24. The most foolish of people is one who suffers
The loss of black hair and whitening

25. Among all the eras' riddles
Are those who passed and the excellent ones

26. If they made me drunk with the wine of their blame
Then they have cast their own honor to the winds

27. And one who called out threats to me, I said to him
Many a threat drifts into nothingness

28. Praise, swearing an oath, will not go
To any but Abu'l Qasim ibn Hammud

29. In his hands, generosity has a battle
In which I see stinginess, crestfallen

30. With him, a fire is kindled for guests
Recognized by the miserable whenever called

31. His volumes meet battalions
In an army of poetry that hunts its quarry

32. With every word as if it were a soul
That does not tire from constant repetition

33. His meanings came together and divided
The excellence of innovation and fine engendering

34. And sometimes Thursday laughs through him
At the foolishness of the chewing dimwits

35. He yearns for the stature of the glorious canal
And the softness of the willowy fresh branch

36. A sprig of glory sways flourishing
With a flexuous bough from its branches

37. I exposed to the fire of my experience
Some kindling, and the aroma of aloeswood wafted