1. The breeze left traces of the riders
Hidden, resembling your guarded secret

2. I see what separation commits of crimes
Except you have taken the wary, all together

3. And when your longing flowed, you lost it
Wronged, or the wronged is given justice

4. You determined, exerting determined resolve
As if the mother of tranquility were not barren

5. A veiled one, they feared for him, and if he appeared
To people, the fear of him would be general

6. Eyes cast upon souls his discourse
And return the gesture and comprehension

7. Until when she knew him, he became events
And you see there the taking and the giving

8. So it's as if in what they did wrong, they did good
They veiled with his veil the inevitable calamity

9. They extended over the wild beast of the empty quarter a canopy
I see it when I see the sand dune

10. And one turning his house away from the raiders
For ages, and does not count anything precious

11. We walked, and the sky revealed its stars
And he strove, and revealed in the cups, stars

12. I said, hurl into each heart an ember
For the devil of hearts has become banished

13. So it's as if they were from the fire of Abraham
Or they mentioned the son of Abraham

14. And they recalled noble traits planted with generosity
That if squeezed, would drip syrup

15. Then they dispersed with talk of yesterday and what has passed
As if they found in it the nonexistent

16. And when his qualities flowed like drink
They did not find except a cupbearer and boon companion

17. And for that reason I did not, in praising him
Reach except to make known the known

18. And when I thought that I innovated him
I found one who knew the discourse to be old

19. And virtues I made my poetry run between
To complete the allotment and division

20. And I saw him incapable of bearing that
So I excused him and turned from him, blamed

21. Between leadership and politics is a position
You became, alone in its houses, resident

22. And you began to do like what the high ones did
Of it, so you take tribulations as opponents

23. And if you had kept to the old, the high ones suffice
For the old necessitates the precedence

24. For the events with me is an ambiguous discourse
The day has become, because of it, confused for me

25. My craft is Arabic, and it is as if I
Cast off most of what I made, foreign

26. So for whom do I speak, and what do I say, and where am I
Do I walk, or not, where am I, do I stay

27. And if I complain to a man of what befell me
And say, he gets angry that I see him forbearing