1. When my soul is too weak to reach your love,
It is easy for destiny to subdue it.

2. Does separation leave anything but desolation
For a soul made uneasy by the slightest distress?

3. Passion and destiny - patience is despised in both.
Suffice it that a state that angers the patient exists.

4. I had hoped that my love would be steadfast
And that you would protect it from the tyranny of separation.

5. But it was only an illusion, what I hoped for.
Beware, the worst that ruins souls is delusion.

6. I am bound by passion while unity brings me together.
So how can I leave when the departure time comes?

7. I have not stopped crying since the captivity of estrangement.
Who will be there for me on the morn after separation once I am captive?

8. I thought the rejection was temporary
And that its perfection would come with the night.

9. But when separation by distance decreed between us,
I found the nights to be bittersweet.

10. I count it my joy to see you delighted
And the most blissful thing for a soul is its joy.

11. It is enough of sorrow that I spend my nights tortured
By fires of worries whose blaze does not diminish.

12. That while my enemy does not care, I spend my nights
Burning with passion while he is cold.

13. Souls detest the frequent bitterness of their lives
And abhor it even if it becomes chronic.

14. By the concurring rhymes, when passions rise
High with the judgment of reproach among the generous, their bridled horses shy.

15. If I - may his protection defend me
And diminish the harm of enemies reviling me -

16. Did not live a day happily shaded
Or spend a night pleasantly intimate.

17. I severed lifetimes without knowing pleasure
Or the heedlessness of life, however it passed.

18. And when fate cast me aside, I sought refuge in a state
Whose shining leader makes calamities recoil.

19. How can the days fear fate when the Lord of praise
Tomorrow, the Victorious' generosity is its aid?

20. I mounted wonders through the arm of the kingdom
Forbidden to all but me is scaling them.

21. To a king whose severity makes kings revere
And pride's day falls short of his superiority.

22. The most generous with rain when the living withhold it
And the most willing when steeds are bloodied in battle.

23. Where benevolence easily meets his pursuits
And needs find mild his harshness.

24. With a king whose virtues never cease flowing
Whose fresh springs pour clear and murmuring streams.

25. Whose loftiness increases however long the outpour
And whose abundance grows however abundant the downpour.

26. I would think it more wondrous if the sun's orb
Were delighted by his splendor and its light unextinguished.

27. Wealthy in every merit and fortune
Yet, in any equal, needy of them.

28. Deeming deaths palatable however bitter
And gifts ample however plentiful.

29. God watered the days of the Supported one - no shower
Of pouring rainclouds pouring omitted to water it.

30. So neither bare desert wandering nor bracelet blazing
Moved alike nor circled its plains.

31. He quenched the land with justice until its gift
Became a breeze making even its warmth cool.

32. Pardoning - after pardon I saw no felon's
Crime insignificant or grave before forgiveness.

33. With opinion and might he undertook
To reveal to his enemies the onslaughts that devastate them.

34. Swords of strategy and conquest continuously
Sheathed at his waist and bared.

35. He saw the land of Tyre a prize to a conqueror
Assailing it daily and raiding nightly.

36. He reclaimed it and victory resides in the heart of his sword -
A brother of might who does not fear its loosening.

37. Ambitions - when war befalls a land,
Its moats are the limit of swords and its walls.

38. And a destinied blade that does not turn from havoc
Unless it shatters in the chest what subdues it.

39. I see the princes as the epitome of pride
While you, when the proud are counted, are its prince.

40. You continued to rise to the heights with resolve
Making the world too narrow no matter its breadth.

41. I swear, if you attempted your destiny in sublime elevation,
The heavens would not prefer their spheres to you.

42. With your sword, you empowered lands you fortified
And like them your equal prospered.

43. Happy the possessions relying upon you
And proud the days fateful to you.

44. Your praise perfumed the world folding
The stagnance of its musk and fragrance within it.

45. The lands and its people wandered in your memory
And the morning and evening breezes raved in your winds.

46. You filled the horizons with sweetness whenever ambitions
To spread it stirred the tranquil and grave.

47. So I came to you with a soul fettered by yearning
And dreams of you had nearly released it.

48. I air my grievances hoping
In your gracious care it will find life again.

49. I do not doubt that the conclusion of this period
Will be as auspicious as its beginning with you.