1. Does the night spend an obstacle of its decline,
Or does the dawn unveil a nut of its chirp?

2. Or does the cozy house return its companion,
Weeping over its ruins and widenesses?

3. When the ardent is lenient, his pilow is more deserving,
Of his eyes than his insomnia.

4. Your passion, if the youth is either perfecting,
His fervor or exceeding in his fervor.

5. Don't be surprised at its persistence, it is
The recklessness of a desperate heart from its determination.

6. And I hoped in youth for intercession,
How can someone in need have an intercessor?

7. Old age is like the secret's broadcaster,
Either telling its carrier or its confessor's chest tightened.

8. It chased until its slowness almost came,
Seeking the nights before its fast coming.

9. I took the change of this time as a gift,
And didn't share the incapable in its weariness.

10. The house of inability isn't built for one hosted,
Whose she-camel is tied with its peg.

11. A man is only a man whom his contentment took away,
Inclined away from his contentment.

12. When the trumpeter does evil to himself,
Don't envy the trumpeter the evil of his work.

13. And the cure's conceit was from the thirst of perdition,
To itself the evilest of souls and its pain.

14. The burden of all harm preoccupied a surpassing ambition,
And some of it would have sufficed from all of it.

15. And it returned its hands from the equality of a raiser,
The excess of one of high position from its eminent.

16. With its authority, the crumbling of its structure was
To lower, lower, and the scattering of its groups.

17. It didn't change from a carpet unless its opinion was
A ray, or its fright occupied its fright.

18. So if it lives it won't succeed, and if it perishes it won't,
For a mourner over it, a place for its tears.

19. Blood, if spilled, its pouring won't fulfill a purpose,
Nor will the injustice of its valley extinguish the oppression of its flames.

20. The livers' sores were healed that Tahir's son's
Disobedient mother fell by the sword of his obedient one.

21. Khorasan hopes for the clearing of its darkness,
With a full moon from the west, expecting its rise.

22. When will it come to it, the straightener of its expulsion will be known,
And the sufficient of its matter won't fear its loss.

23. When I wake up in the east of the countries, I
Am the leader that its heat is from its spring.

24. The enemies have sensed and met the freshness of a bouquet,
Upon you they meet perdition in its inception.

25. And how many times after being hidden did
Vicious ones appear a concealer hid in his chests.

26. And diseased from envy, their healing was
Anticipating this matter before its occurrence.

27. What's their excuse that their chests boil
Upon the spreader of kindness among them, its conveyor?

28. If the Sultan brandished his swords, he fulfilled them,
And the authority's stick bore its purest branches.

29. No wonder the torrent seeks its course,
And the buyer goes straight in his return.