1. After the tomb, there is sadness and remembrance
After the mixture and a tear drops down

2. And a lover between the hills as if
He is conversing with them while they listen

3. And a youth among the bosoms whenever
Separation is mentioned, his fire rages

4. My heart, how much passion dwells within
He spends the night moaning and his fervor intensifies

5. He hopes for union but sometimes fears estrangement
So he hopes in love but remains cautious

6. O heart how much you yearn for the days of ardour
And its tents, yearning while remembering

7. They left so your heart was left broken
After they left, following their traces while breaking

8. A heart that says to those who blame it for passion
Enough, the time of gatherings is the Day of Resurrection

9. The doe-eyed darling rebukes you
She is delicate, pretty, a graceful gazelle

10. As if she is a free-roaming oryx
Glancing while the other is a mountain gazelle

11. A graceful gazelle, I seek union with it while
The white hands, and the brown lips are forbidden

12. Where there is no lightning flash nor its clouds
Except the white hands and the gloomy brow

13. And knights who plunged into the din and its darkness
Where their sea is the green iron

14. And the horses neigh and the swords are drawn
And the white blades are stained and the spears pierce

15. So my sword gazelles, not the lightning gives light
Where their cloudy manes are scattered

16. And the cloud of war fumes
With nothing but the swords, its darkness does not rain

17. They tore through the fragrant breeze of spears eagerly
As if musk is embedded in them

18. With every horseman of battle who defends his people
And is delighted by praise so he spreads it

19. And the women who yearned for them to the battle
A longing that blackened from it a bright complexion

20. I gathered them, so if we meet
Our long-awaited reunion will be fulfilling

21. Hoping for the return of the days of passion
And a preserved and preserved enclosure

22. Neither those who deviate from passion to the battle
Returned, nor can my weary heart be patient

23. It has made a habit of yearning for the loved ones
So it became restless and its fervor does not wane

24. Do not blame me for my passion so if they wronged me
And increased their blame

25. It's all the same to me after passion
Befell me whether they lengthened or shortened

26. And how many days of farewell I witnessed
Perplexed, tears confess but I deny

27. Separation removed the mask of shyness
So I began to fear nothing and cease concealing

28. In a stance with nothing but souls
That melted, so they called it falling tears

29. Neither can the blamer rein in my passion and force it back
Nor can the like of my fervor be coerced

30. Never! And my old passion is not with regret
From he who is reproached for his love and rebuked

31. Never! And the flowers of union and its nectar
Are too pure after its clarity to be muddied

32. And a downpour from his tearful clouds
Talks to me of passion and informs me

33. And his breath has come to subtly signify everything
He hides of the secret of passion and reveals

34. And those hills and their people changed
After estrangement while his passion does not change

35. The cloud of his tears poured on them but
They did not care while the rain-giving clouds were stingy

36. The branches of the curled-up hair tempt him
And the redness of the cheeks inflames him

37. O night you were long so decrease now that
You have exhausted my patience and yearning abounds

38. An ambition that increases and ribs that burn with love
And fervor that strengthens and patience that collapses

39. How many nights I spent frightened in the long night
While the friend of seclusion sleeps but I stay up

40. A time when my passion and youth can be excused
And the overwhelmed by passion is pardoned

41. Where is the camphor of grey hair illuminated
If the ambergris of the night of youth lasted

42. O poets do you have unmatched
Pearls with which this jewel can be adorned

43. Your selection has focused on it for nothing
Precedes it or comes after it

44. This is the poetry which if it were
Water, people would say this is Al-Kawthar

45. And if it were a speech I would arrange its words
As an assembly so the minbar pours into it

46. The best of poems did not wander astray
And the composer became fragrant because of them

47. They increase in beauty whenever a singer
Chants with their metre and the times recur

48. They became too lofty for anyone to vie with them
And everyone who hears them has a halo and is honoured

49. From every rhyme when you shake it off
Speech becomes disturbed like the plentiful seas

50. An unsullied virgin in creation, a strange wonder
With nothing but the souls, her words cannot be learned

51. I would not be satisfied if her beloved were
Khosrow or Alexander