1. Had good fortune granted its gift through obtaining it,
Or made easy the giving of that which is at hand,

2. It would have healed the entrails of the anguished,
Whose soul is sick with yearning.

3. The coquetries, when affections had fallen,
Brought us fictions from their saying,

4. How many a gloomy night whose morn
Lengthened while we were deceived.

5. Thirsty intimates whose stinginess,
Moistened yet dumb, their trinkets jingling.

6. Lightening the darkness of night when they gathered,
The gleam of their polished ornaments.

7. From cheeks well fed, dyed with color,
In their kissing was success and caressing.

8. What's your eye's excuse having wandered
From the bend of the delicate waist?

9. As for imaginations, they did not cease
Flowing to us with their vanities,

10. And we gained nothing from them
But wishes and their misleading.

11. Don't weary yourself with the world, for however
Superior its excellent is tailed by its inferior.

12. Rarely knowing, its expression hasn't been
Like its realization made evident.

13. The tribe of bounty wearied, in their thronging
For their lofty deeds and ability.

14. They made their actions pass amongst them
Transporting them in every transfer.

15. They folded away from its expanse their shrouds,
A mile's length of earth and its extent,

16. If they appeared in the thickets of the spear-woods
You'd think the lions of the jungle in its lair.

17. A group of them continues to rise wearing
Scabbards white like the sharpest blades.

18. Swords that make renowned hands recoil
When they cleave skulls and unsheathe.

19. Thank Ali, apart from men, for
The strangest of gifts and their granting.

20. And we hope from his overflowing hands
What Egypt hopes from its Nile's flooding.

21. I regard none as wont but
The hand of the son of bounty and its action.

22. If delay lessened an act of grace
Swiftness multiplied its rewards.