1. O son of two viziers, there is no deviation
The pure and the turbid have mingled in you

2. Is it not better than the bitterness with honey?
Yes, and sins can be forgiven

3. I have no patience with the house of humiliation
Nor the house of loss

4. Even if the sky adorned me with its finery
And destiny carried out my judgment

5. You, if you wish, can make between them
A refuge for one of dignity and one oppressed

6. My patience brought me harm and my poverty relieved me
While you are the refuge and the pressing need

7. God has raised the worth of your like through
Power, O you whom power obeys

8. To grant all purity as turbid
Or grant all benefit as harm

9. It suffices me to have a protector over my brother of generosity
That I have none to avenge me for his harm

10. Make me a man who had no consequence
And was always scorned and disdained

11. Who came to you entreating your length
That you may give him splendor so he is seen to have consequence

12. Was it not incumbent upon you for him
That, if the view is corrected?

13. Yes, so what of one who has consequence
And whose praise in you is all counterfeit?

14. He came to you seeking more from you, for he
Has become talked about, and you are aware

15. An enemy who used to envy him
His tears for him are pearls of mercy

16. My night has darkened, and you are my moon
So illuminate the night, O moon

17. My meadow has dried up, and you are my rain
So push away the drought, O rain

18. My time has failed me, and you are my provision
So drive away the doubt, O provision

19. I missed my aim, and you are my sight
So steer me to the aim, O sight

20. How many a sayer, when my news came to him
By God, the news was not destined for him

21. If his cheeks do not spare a bit of stubble
Among lions, his bit is stubble.