1. The roses smile and the caravans hover,
The sword gleams and the echo murmurs,

2. The jealous one was stingy with the soft water of Laynah, so he perished,
The copious pond was choked by the spittle of his harsh tongues,

3. Spring adorned the garden with finery and it became brilliant,
The bulbul was busy with its warbling and trilling,

4. The branches sway with it and the morning breeze is enamored,
The doves coo softly with their lament,

5. I listen enraptured to them complaining of their burning,
But the lover wept without shedding a tear,

6. Does the passionate one begrudge tears like this?
I have wept, and if you saw my tears,

7. You would know which of us two is the afflicted one,
Far apart is my passion and the yearning of a dove,

8. Who shows its infatuation openly while I conceal mine,
I visit when the throng starts milling in the dwellings,

9. Which, like me, the bees have populated and settled,
How often I paused in my travels when longing,

10. For an abandoned abode in Ramah gripped me,
Our caravan turned towards its yard,

11. And followed its known route to the little garden,
I recalled a time whose steps hastened,

12. When life was green and events were lulled,
I wished that my youth had bid me farewell,

13. And that time remained unchanged and unruined,
The homeland disgorged our loved ones, so it became empty,

14. Its sorrows and ill omens crushing their wings,
Zuheir, your brother is seeking glory,

15. The closest of his companions is the polished sword,
It has immersed him into the coasts of deserts and darkness,

16. Destriers he raised on barley and chickpeas,
He traverses the shrouds of darkness fearlessly,

17. While his steed forgets to neigh in its gloom,
The gallant horse laments that it cannot unveil,

18. A night whose fringes are sewn together by the dawn,
He turns to the west with sadness,

19. As the memory of it makes his tears flow profusely,
It is as if with a wink of his eye lid,

20. He bids farewell to the west and its stars,
Worries have wrapped me in an unending night,

21. In the battleground of the stars that hover above me,
And the night subjugates the grieving one,

22. With hands that clench like that of the Deliverer,
Soon shall I bid farewell to the sand dunes, their riders,

23. Their arrows, the most acute of all arrows,
And leave a band of men from Amer,

24. In whose company the generous becomes sick and frail,
Time has gone rotten, so the people of dignity are not safe from its injustice,

25. Nor are their children, who are darker than it,
Where did you turn and see their faces,

26. At which the gazer frowns in dismay?
The most harmful to you when events trouble a man,

27. Is one who in friendship is the oldest,
When you wronged them and tested them,

28. You found them reconciled after the wrong, not regretful,
They discarded loyalty and modesty,

29. And are now where this coin is,
I have excused every adversary whom I outdid,

30. But my affliction is greater than those I befriended,
The taste of friendship—its face is radiant,

31. With guile, while its conscience frowns,
It shows affection and is elated when chances,

32. Present themselves to harm me like a snake,
It hopes to gain favors while refusing,

33. To help me when I slipped and stumbled,
So I rebuked those who brought the steeds to a brink,

34. Which a man despoiled of his family yearns for,
I had mercy on every usurped virtue,

35. Even the ode when claimed by the fraud,
If I could, I would return those who live,

36. Safe from fear that it may convulse them, tongue-tied,
Do not devote yourself to a friend, for he,

37. Knows more than your enemy of how to harm you,
He meets you while the purest honey is extracted,

38. From his words, and the vilest substances from his deeds,
Added to this, many a foe clings to him,

39. Whose latent hatreds are kindled by misdeeds,
So I was forbearing with him while he drank his rage,

40. In one gulp, choking on his snarling and wrath,
While I am full of what checks his audacity,

41. And repels the ignorance of the savage, untaught one,
I accompanied Ozeir son of Mohallem,

42. Where swords shed their sheaths of blood,
The horses disheveled, the spears devastated,

43. The mail coats muddy, the swords Thursday-stained,
I saw him treat the enemies with forgiveness,

44. As his power makes him clement towards them,
Each innocent man of a people wishes,

45. To be counted among those he confers favors upon,
I gained from his morals and gift-bestowal,

46. Favors that even the pouring clouds begrudge,
When matters become obscure, the sun of morning,

47. Illuminates them, pouring its scattering light upon them,
You have elucidated the paths to glory though they were obscure,

48. So that the seeker sees the confusing way clearly,
With your generosity you have immersed kings until each one,

49. When you gave him the call of generosity, became generous,
You have extended a palm with plentiful gifts,

50. So the wealthy man rivals it with his sword, and the pauper,
You have extended for the weak a vast shade,

51. Which the radiant and the gloomy wrap themselves in,
Every virtue is attained through your qualities,

52. And with you is collected its essence and its match,
For the like of these I have composed every ode,

53. Which the generous courser sensed and befriended,
Poetry is difficult to climb and many times,

54. The unwilling one smelled the scent of the impregnable,
Eulogy comes easily thanks to your towering character,

55. As your magnanimity dictates it to me and I compose it,
Sometimes, the sequoia hides even when the,

56. Phoenix raised its splendor and the star aspected it,