1. Visit the home of your judge in the morning and greet him
From the morning of revelation with separation between you

2. And pour out your tears, be not miserly with your tears on
The ruins of the dwelled, beware, beware

3. And confess your love and remember the happiness
You found in passion, and spin tales of your idols

4. For love is no love until you confess it
And proclaim the words clearly in your complaints

5. And life is sweetest when it is mixed with
The taste of passion, so experience what that was

6. And a ewe of the ewes of mankind that did not keep
Her glances from the lions of the forest their snares

7. I asked her for union after separation but she refused
To unite with me, miserly and holding back

8. And he was jealous over her when she
Moved the tooth stick over the edges of her mouth

9. Oh you who blame me for passionate love, stop, if
The blamed is not blamed for what overwhelms him

10. Oh you who blame me for passionate love, stop blaming
A man who is not overwhelmed by what overwhelms you

11. If you shared it you would not have tasted the sorrows
Of passion that made you weep what made me weep

12. And there would have been in the law of youth what
Afflicted him from the plight of passions that made you weep

13. Are you scheming against him a scheme
Or fulfilling against him your fulfillment?

14. And is there requital and tit for tat you recompense him
With requital and tit for tat?

15. Oh rider of the noble letter, pray your journey
In the darkness of night your return

16. And if you come to Dast Al-Muthaffer, then rub
With earth from it three times, greeting it

17. A king who the virgin dawn glories in
And from where it attained a necklace and possessions

18. An oil lamp that lights up, no a shining lamp
And its rising moon in the stars its orbits

19. A lion that on the morning of war they announce
If roused to the blood of lions a pourer

20. He sought after in the battle arena of his dragging
Great ones that fell short of him and possessions

21. Oh you who the stars of the air miss where they climbed
High unable to attain his ambition and reach

22. The sword of Sayf ibn Dhi Yazan did not attain what you attained
Nor did Hassaan ibn Thabit ascend in glory like you

23. And here is what the mind poured out
That you poured tranquility into of thought and what it spun

24. So it has no peer ever but you
And sees no equal while people but you

25. If the ruins of Hirama were rich with dew in the past
You made rich your Musa