1. O my beloved, your love torments me,
Keeps me restless, distant though we be.

2. I long for kindness from my Laila,
Yet her cold estrangement gives no respite.

3. I reminisce of days when happiness
Abounded in her love, hoping tomorrow brings it back.

4. A meeting seems impossible, now she dwells
In Damascus while I roam afar, hearts asunder.

5. Two migrants - never to reunite again -
Save by the visit of our ghosts in solitude.

6. Fate brings an uninvited guest, yet yearning
Draws the hearts closer from distance far too wide.

7. We confide in friends of this deep sorrow and grief;
Sharing stories of our loss and pain.

8. Her home you sought, but the two lovers had gone,
Only our visions remain as witness.

9. No apparition brings me that familiar ache,
Except the lingering ecstasy of times now past.

10. Fate's hand was generous but turned miserly,
Its yields have withered and dried up.

11. Kings' ambitions faltered before my liege -
They bowed in submission as his virtues shone.

12. No recourse for slander but excellence;
He cares not if praised or blamed unjustly.

13. Some seek glory, but you my lord come closest,
Yet remain farthest in your noble principles.

14. We've known you only as honourable, principled and wise,
Never have you strayed from the righteous path.

15. Mankind is of two kinds: sincere or envious;
One praises your merits, the other nurses malice.

16. A sharpened sword you wield with courage and resolve,
Bringing bloody mayhem once drawn and directed.

17. In the enemies of the Abbasid state,
Your onslaught has carved many paths of ruin.

18. Some lie dead with gashed skulls, others flee without intent
to return, such is the terror your strikes unleash.

19. You’ve made the reigns of power traightened and just;
No crookedness corrupts it, no injustice allowed.

20. Without your magnanimity, generosity itself would be lost,
For your hands give ceaselessly one after another.

21. I'd be an ingrate to deny their full bounty,
Or a fool to try and count the gifts you've bestowed.

22. From your hands I've gained what I'd never imagined,
When once I was but a humble pauper.

23. Whoever comes to you with hopes is blameless,
In granting what he found too great to imagine.

24. Why not reach out to grasp the stars with hands you empower?
For with you as my pillar even that is possible.

25. When rights were denied me and burdens imposed unjustly,
I asked: "Will the Prince fulfill his promised thousands?"

26. Give me the means to inspire my noble instincts,
And dress my character in virtues ever new.

27. Generosity flows from the essence of the noble one,
Who spurns meanness, for free giving becomes the honorable soul.

28. When Ka'b was led to his execution, they said:
"Turn back Ka'b if you will, for you've always been turned away."