1. The sleeplessness of dawn persists as tears flow,
Yearning intensifies, intensifying my grief.

2. I stay up nights to gaze upon its star,
Whenever a wing passes by me, another one comes.

3. I cannot taste sleep, my love is melting away
From the anguish of insomnia and tears wounding my eye.

4. Does the eye experience, O the torment of passion?!
While its eyelids, it was as if slaughtered by it.

5. My body is sick and my illness lingers,
In my heart, no remedy has brought me relief.

6. I lost my soul since I tasted passion,
A merchant in love, exhausted by its toil.

7. If I lost my soul yet found in passion,
It is a gain no gain has ever recounted.

8. Love opened its door to my heart,
Never has this door opened for another.

9. I drank the wine from the chalice of passion,
And from it the chalice overflowed then dripped.

10. The wine of love brings sobriety with it,
Nothing else could ever bring sobriety for passion.

11. I am like the leaves, both of us grieving,
Sorrow fills the universe wherever it turns.

12. My lamenting is pure sorrow and crying,
Not like the rustling of leaves, the rustling of leaves echoes.

13. O my people, my mind is lost in passion,
My madness in it is a spring that never dries up.

14. Who will help me with that which grows passion in me?
With it, fervor persists, insistence persists.

15. The text of dawn, passion has confused it,
And my chest continues to expand with passion.

16. My life has only been the life of passion,
O you who blame me, how delicious is this life!

17. O you who blame me, do not blame me for passion,
Blaming me for passion, by God, is despicable.

18. You who blame me, if you blame me, do not understand,
What understanding is there for what cannot be fathomed?

19. Do you see any advice in blaming passion?
Abandon it, there is no advice in blame.

20. What is my excuse in the passion for the sun of daybreak?
Its beauty, how much beauty it has erased and continues to erase!

21. The full moon that outshines every sun,
Can it be compared? It cannot be described by the sun.

22. Ruby lipped, wine colored, so sweet,
Musk exudes from it.

23. His Indian glance splits my heart,
My heart cannot compute his calculations of it.

24. It divided the heart and destroyed its entirety,
Wherever it struck from it and subtracted.

25. His eyelash is anger, and in his eyelids,
For me are arrows, and for my wound, spears.

26. It left no place in my body or senses,
Except in it were wounds from him.

27. It bent the branches with its leaning,
As it leaned, a bending appeared from it.

28. It wanted my killing and my union, but my heart refused,
O my heart, it never acquiesced to what it desired.

29. O you watered by glory, O tower of loftiness,
A rain cloud of honor hovering over you through time.

30. You shall never cease, O tower of loftiness,
To have within you a sun, then the dawn.

31. In the land of glory and honor that
In its atoms, the ringing of happiness echoes.

32. This tower ascended from the summit of highness,
An eminent full moon, its light is dream and clemency.

33. The sun of glory, its home is of nobility,
Its ceiling is the stars, and the highest is its roof.

34. A master most generous, courageous with glory,
In the atoms of glory, a palace was built for him.

35. And Ali is a name, his father is Asaad,
Frightening the lion, even if there were no battle.

36. Keen of ambition, gentle in generosity,
A palm that was never described as being generous.

37. He could cross the sea if he headed towards it,
And he has generosity like the sea, never stingy.

38. The knight of dusty (battle) shows wonder,
What battlefield for horses has a meadow?

39. Vanquisher of knights, he clothes trembling in them,
For eternity, exposing them.

40. The lion of the forest and the roaring of war,
In his war, the lion had no gain.

41. Rather, their aim in fearing him is that,
As long as peace and reconciliation from him remain.

42. How can the lion fear if it roared,
And its roar is the bark of lions!

43. His Indian sword wherever he unsheathed it,
Had the effect of sweeping the markets and necks.

44. And if he shook his spear, its (tip) would melt
The summers of people, so no spear remains.

45. He quenched his sword with the blood of lions,
Wherever it attained it, spilling and pouring.

46. He fed his spear with the hearts of lions,
Wherever it attained them, piercing and wounding.

47. The foremost chief, head of matters,
Other than this one, it is delusion that cannot be correct.

48. Keen of opinion, precise in what he envisions,
No fault can be seen in what he sees throughout time.

49. If he says something, precision hits his words,
Thus his words are the most proper words.

50. O Crown of the eminent sons,
The one through whom time ascended in praise and eulogy!

51. The one whose banner wherever it went,
Constant victory from God and openings were upon it!

52. Her beauty erases the beauty of the daughters of poetry.
So accept her from you, with approval and consent,

53. For it is a bestowal the like of which has not been bestowed.
And of chivalry, protect her from time,

54. When it comes across her as if to throw her down.
And let the time be in enjoyable livelihood,

55. Neither has the full moon appeared, nor has dawn emerged.
Neither has the foliage in slopes rustled,

56. Nor has its freshness sounded while atop the branch.
As long as the sleeplessness of dawn persists, and tears flow!