1. The swords of his passionate love blaze,
And his affairs with his tears burst forth.

2. The rose of love thirsted but was not quenched by it,
So you see it not issuing from the basin of love.

3. And the companions are between blaming and excusing,
This one blames him while that one excuses.

4. O my informer, has the shadow of the bent branches
Changed from its promise, its freshness and twittering?

5.
And has the dusty trail erased its landmarks? And has

6. The rugged, rocky, stony land become stronger and more desolate?
It has a yearning in my ribs in the darkness

7. A yearning as long as its days that does not diminish.
How I have dragged the trains of my youth with it

8. And the shy gazelle bleated to me because of it!
The days of my branching youth were leafy,

9. Green, and the meadow of play was fruitful.
And the day of my life was bright and sunny,

10. Radiant, and the night of my fortune white and moonlit.
And the winds of her I love blow rustling

11. Toward me while its cheek is soft and rainy.
Why do I, and why does the significator, seek her union

12. Forever while she is aloof from my union, turns away, and estranges?
I love while she meets me with the ruling of love

13. And sleeps, unconscious, while my eyes stay awake.
If she changes a pact with me, what of it?

14. No pact made with her is lost or changes.
When will I win a kiss from her lips?

15. When, what have I sought from her that I ever won?
I wrote the writing of love and passion in

16. My heart, so in it her love I compose.
She reveals the brightness of dawn before its rising

17. With beauties from her growing bright and radiant.
Swaying, well-formed, like a sapling bending,

18. Delicate, when she sways, she fascinates.
Her legs are plump in her anklets, and her hips

19. From her are narrowed by the waist wrapper.
Modesty cast a dye on her face, so it

20. Is the finest mix of two hues, yellow and red.
She nearly melted from the heat of my sighs, and in

21. Her cheeks my gaze almost made an impression.
Her necklace sways and my bewildered sight

22. In its beads wavers and wanders.
I charged her with a letter - she goes, then again

23. She walks, starts out, then estranges at times.
With youths disheveled of face from travel

24. On the journey, most rugged and patient.
She crosses the breadth of the sands on racing camels

25. With dark swelling eyes from the dust.
She goes while I kiss her, a kiss from upon

26. Her shoulders is the crowned king of Hamir.
He is the most glorious of kings, if they are mentioned for

27. What they did of deeds, and he is the proudest.
No lord contends with him nor ruin

28. Nor Nu‘man and neither al-Mundhir.
A lion among lions except that he

29. Forgives when his hands prevail and conquer.
He meets the knights stripping away his cover

30. Except the daring heroes and the dusty yellow camels.
And he protects from the turning of time whenever it rebels

31. Forever, and breaks and mends the people.
None advancing in the fields of glory a day

32. Battles him, nor one lagging behind.
Higher and loftier in rank than Tubba‘

33. And prouder of soul than ‘Adi and more renowned.
O you who has the noble glory, and you who

34. Became a beacon in pride and a pulpit.
You have a career the kings of the world have not seen

35. Except that with it you are the greatest and biggest.
Neither Chosroes’ realm nor domain

36. Nor the crowned king Caesar attained your endeavor.
How many blessings have smoothed their surfaces to my hopes

37. And how many blessings for you do not diminish!
And I will compose for you subtle praise