1. I see embers in the paths of my breath,
And all the branches of my life are withered and desolate.

2. I used to count death as adversity, but when
I face it, there is no adversity in that.

3. It is as if I am alone in the deserts of Tanuf,
Even if I spend my evenings among crowds of people.

4. Oh, if only I had what others have,
I would be blamed when they say he is the drunken reveler.

5. Why am I in a pit descending into the earth
While nearby a towering mountain rises above me.

6. Ja'far ibn Muyyasir beckons atop it,
Lifting me up if I raise my head to him.

7. He gives me hope of recovering a habit
Though nothing can restore the ways of the forgetful.

8. I see complaint has busied itself with humiliation,
So who will complain about its love to the forgetful?

9. How wondrous it is that despair is also hope,
And if accustomed, would remove despair.