1. What blame is there for one who has lost his youth,
When old age's reproach is enough for me.

2. Alas! My youth has passed away before I achieved my hopes,
And I grew weary of passions in my prime.

3. Now the course of my days are water-carriers for me,
So unto you from me, O companion mine,

4. You know my place, indeed.
It seems as though I sit waiting for rhymes,

5. O you who reproach me! Vanishings have vanished
And I have uncovered my hidden thoughts.

6. Ask me! I will answer what pleases you,
Mentioning of my state.

7. And I have given you comfort, so take your comfort!
No blame is on me, neither have I blame.

8. Know that nothing is hidden from Allah,
Everything hidden, He knows full well.