1. The doves in the valley no longer coo
After the hardships, except to mourn their loss,

2. She rises above her nest if perched
Beneath the saddlebags, a hill from afar,

3. Yearning for the dwellings and inclining
To loved ones, her longing and passion,

4. Of her, in the bloom of youth
Only skin and bones remain,

5. My friend, let us stand in a wide, open space
Like a spear for the living, bare and erect

6. No signs or traits of him appeared
To the eye except his brightness and his banner,

7. His youth faded and his form crumpled
The fresh lily wilted and its petals scattered,

8. He was strong and months had not passed over him
So how could he fare when years come to pass?

9. His defiance lasts in his defiance
And his tranquility in his tranquility,

10. The dusty ashes, bent over, never visited me
Except as a phantom, his hemline,

11. The day passes with his estrangement, and when night falls,
The wings of darkness allow his dreams,

12. He judged in my love until he exhausted
With tyranny, his unjust judgments,

13. He throws hearts into disarray with his arrows
And his arrows strike the cores of hearts,

14. He walks erect in the cool of youth
As if his frame were a tall cypress tree,

15. His mouth diffuses a sweet fragrance after anguish
Like musk when its seal has been removed,

16. A full moon soothing with its coolness, its brilliance,
Its veils, its discs, and its tents,

17. He denied me union until he gave up
What he refused to grant, even a greeting,

18. Contentment and union with him are few,
Lawful and forbidden with him in abundance,

19. The vast space of distance roams
With nothing but a gazelle and an ostrich,

20. I have surpassed its limits with a mighty leap,
My wrappings and belts burst from it,

21. And to the noble youth, how much have I sent
Of pearls, like the threaded pearls of his form?

22. Al-Yashbe the Glorious King in whose days
Joy radiated with the light of his kingdom,

23. A king who climbed the ranks of highness until
None had attained what he attained in rank,

24. His sitting surpasses the standing of others
In nobility, so how then his standing?

25. He cleaves the battalions with his blade as though
The flash of lightning cleaves the clouds, is his blade,

26. The world smiled on him through your charm, so he gained
Blessings, never weaning from your teat,