1. I shed tears when they left, so they overwhelmed me
Until I feared the tears would overtake me

2. And streams poured from red chamomile and thyme
Like pearls threaded together with coral

3. Tears that melt the skin of my cheek with their flow
For the intensity of the fire of sorrows I kindled

4. They left without bidding farewell to the vestiges of their settlement
Except for the remains over my buried wishes and yearning

5. The home flourished around me until its vastness narrowed
On the day of departure, though my body still clung to life

6. What do I care for their abandonment, when the home still stands
A hand, so what if it's not accompanied by companionship after their estrangement

7. My friend, do not blame me for staying at the refuse heap
Its landmarks nourished by Uthman's mother

8. I stood though my cloak was filthy
To remove some of my youthful spirit and sorrows

9. They stopped me there, after which I did not travel on
The passing clouds, after my eyelids, rain upon it

10. So I stood at every stopping place
Better for it than a soft mount taken suddenly by drowsiness

11. I swore I do not know the valley of Al-Aqeeq, nor
A house whose eternal dwelling is at Mawaan

12. Nor standing at the ruins of an abandoned campsite
Nor addressing the remnants from my vigils

13. Nor did I scold the crow in its insolence
Nor rouse a wind behind the wailing women

14. Nor did I stand and ask a passerby
To water the dwellings, now devoid of inhabitants

15. Until I came upon a Bedouin woman who
Knew the sands of Al-Hima, where the wind blows the chaff

16. So I blamed the people for my alienation and the homes for my ruin
Thus the wilderness and desolation have taken and engulfed me

17. She sways, folding her cloak on a branch
Which the gentle breezes of affection stir

18. A branch burdened with a crescent whose light
Shines among the leaves of the tamarisk's bloom

19. Her glances are deadly, birthed of a magic
That splits Moses' staff, son of Imran

20. Glances that extracted from their deadly blows upon us
Multiples of what the son of Affan gained in settlements

21. They left us with an incurable sickness, which neither Christ
Can cure, nor the Sheikh Luqman

22. She parts from a sweet water spring
Whose edges pour the finest pearl extract

23. She turns away the wet nurse from embracing her stature
Shyly, with ivory anklets around her wrists

24. She who bequeathed me sickness after my health
An illness that clung insistently to my body, and weakened me

25. She fought between my eyelids and sleep, so I do not
Find repose except in the eyelids of one who is sleepless

26. And I have spent nights awakening, sipping wine
To the rhythm of melodies, seeking oblivion

27. Accompanying it is a wine-bearer, whose sides and chest
Are like a palm tree whose colors are the same when ripe

28. Were it topped with the shine of water, it would birth
Pearls, extracted from the depths of seashells

29. I am the one whose world narrowed around me, so I and it
Are alike in our state when fates intertwine

30. If I wished, I would not give it. Generosity is my way
As is wisdom. And if I wished, I would give it away

31. Whatever delighted me, you'd never see me laugh
No, nor did anything displeasing make me weep

32. I experienced the deception of this world, yet my hands grasped
Naught but the betrayal of time, the betrayer

33. Indeed, may God always empower the minister
He is peerless, none other compares to him

34. His generosity awed me, after which
My ears became deaf to the callers of conventions

35. He bolstered my resolve beyond what praise can contain
A cubit. Thus, he relieved me of frustration and want

36. The excellent pause in praise of Jesus, though they stand
At the soft rain of Ariha, without any favors

37. He was not content with inherited glory, so he attained it
Through effort, making the first replace the last

38. No increase upon what his striving hands
Gifted him of honor and authority

39. How closely he resembles Solomon, son of David
In his majesty and kingship

40. He never marched in procession but beasts
And birds of the horizon formed legions around him

41. As if his turban were a lion in the sky
A moon approaching, veiling the onlooker's sight

42. The flock of subjects sleeps in its shade, never
Parting from slumber in the shadow of the wakeful

43. The obtained was not enough until his shade covered
The living and the dead alike, in ephemeral life

44. He revived the achievements of those long gone
Yet he continued to spread what time folds away

45.
I envy the home of the poet who wore

46. The mantle of his mention, the dress of beneficence
His admiration adorned them with joy

47. Perfecting them after their near imperfection
Despite the narrowness of their composition

48. They contained things beyond what two verses can hold
In every hemistiches were gathered

49. Things beyond the comprehension of elucidation
Elements, and four days

50. And a essence, and a weapon, and basil's name

51. And he charged the people to produce their equals
In meaning and meter from east to west

52. So each stretched his mind
Stumbling either from lofty goals or exhaustion

53. Until a clever soul from my ideas stepped forth
A predecessor in every field of excellence

54. He does not withdraw before attaining his goal
As if he and God's decree were equal

55. I sent him, and he returned successful with delight
For the spoils are soon in the hands of the victor

56. I am the one whom fate shook in its garments
In wonder, yet I did not smile from my frown

57. No mouth uttered the like of my project
Nor did a human heart harbor my affairs

58. No coveting hand reached for my status
Where do they, when the heavens fall short of it?

59. If I recited poetry, in each part I have
A composition that soars beyond Hassan's odes

60. It continues to line what verse of mine it recited
With the thickness of one who leads in poetry over me