1. The complaining reproacher's speech has become muted
In answering those worn out covenants

2. O you, my bare and harsh master
With a sword of aloofness, yet you carry no shield

3. How long will we suffer from our misdeeds
And reproaches in vexing affairs

4. You have never spared me from your strange feats
Nor from your fierce battles

5. You maneuver the rain in its lightning
And at times in its roaring clashes

6. I have become in mourning due to your refusal of me
And from what you have granted me in happiness

7. My morals have certainly become diverse, so leave renewals
And return us to confusion

8. Those that have always been adorned with nothing
But the disgracing, nor the cruelty

9. Those whose whispered conversation
Is provision for the caravan of gentle words

10. Days of your happiness whose laughters
Outdo their frowns in succession

11. Do not replace what hopes I have attained
With the delusions of fears

12. O you who guides the travelers in the dark
O you who illuminates in the gloom

13. I swore by your kindness when you see
The sun-like splendor of creation from me

14. And this oath is no falsehood
Among the oaths of your subservient slave

15. If I had not lived by your favors
Of standing by me or imprisonment

16. Your mention would have no standing with me
When you are absent for intimacy

17. Do not think I have substituted you with delusions
You suffice me from the selves

18. By God I would never sell
Seeing that majesty and holiness for delusions

19. If I did that, then I
Would be selling the invaluable for worthless

20. Is not a glance I glanced at you
Repelling the luck of the sinister

21. Yes, by my life, so how can the deception
Of the fraudulent, the stingy, hope to cheat me

22. Do not make me, when I see a purpose
That the probing of suspicions play in

23. I am content with half my lifespan with your
Encounters, nay a quarter of it, nay a fifth

24. Rather, every cycle cycled by someone
And no contentment without the sixth that follows

25. The share of my eyes from you in the seventh of life
Is contentment for me, not for the wretched misfortune

26. So grant it, delighting me with benevolence
And you have excelled the faces of the frowning

27. For if God has granted the frowning sustenance
He has granted it to the gentle

28. You remain forcibly seizing
Misfortunes in an impenetrability from their slyness

29. Your generosity lifts you from their treasures
Above the ravenous, wretched bandits

30. Those with tired eyes, not an inflammation
Those with languid eyelids, not drowsiness

31. Those brought up in luxury, not in want
Gazelles in the meadows of palaces, not filth

32. O mountain of sanctuary and fruit!
Will you not protect me from your prowling beasts

33. I have a party that continues to trample me
Wretchedly with you – misery upon the wretched party!

34. They are not like the lions of evil – openly
Violent, but like the sneaky fox

35. If not for my reverence of you I would have cast them
Away from my words with evident falsehoods

36. Those whose scent still leaves
The smell of rotten upon the noses like an extinguished wick

37. And my poetry is an army I have mobilized its raid
Everywhere so which land did it not raid

38. And how many times have the enemies attacked me with ignorance
That recoiled upon their heads and I did not recoil

39. Let not the ignorant slander me – in vain
For I have durable, thick-skinned shields

40. Leave me to establish them into a group that failed
Against them – and which recalcitrant one have I not established

41. With a diaspora whose locations are emulated
By a thousand Chinas and a thousand Andalusias

42. If the stallion of the clan of Udus was content
The stallion of the clan of Udus would submit

43. You are the son of Chosroes and the lineage of Rome
Has not diverged in its ancestry from the Persians

44. O King, if you are looking at lineage, it is
Between the son of Bahram and the son of Theophilos

45. Below you is my opinion, for its stars
In the dark gloom are obscured

46. Below you is my determination, for its pickaxes
When adversities stand for sitting

47. Your slave is a plant whose harvest is a favor
You are for the likes of him of the plants

48. So nurture him and guard his harvest – you will benefit from him
And protect him from the touch of an impure company