1. My friend, do not reveal my misery to me
And weep over those dwellings and wail

2. And pass gently, with tears hidden in the watering places
And pass by the ruins of the abodes and greet them

3. If only there remained three everlasting things:
Sleep, a gazelle, and a winding stream

4. It changed after life, while we were neighbors
Its landmarks, until the hoary darkness clothed it

5. It has a right to weep over you both
For a quarter of love belonged to shedding tears

6. Did you not see the ruins - they are
The heights of longing, the everlasting ruins

7. It is no loyalty in you two to be consoled
By them, nor to ask me for consolation

8. For if you two lived, you rebuilt every square
And its effaced design, and put out

9. What was concealed of the blazes of passion
And extinguished the flames of my singing

10. So the ruins revealed what I had kept hidden
And the denial of passion hid what I had revealed

11. They said, and the weather stirred in me its dormancy
And revealed what had been hidden in me

12. Do you pine while gray hair has appeared on your temples
And the youth and adolescence of your eyelids are bare?

13. So I said, the passion with an excuse has afflicted me
Is the passionate blamed for what excites his passion?

14. And in writing, gray hair resembles a gray hair
And the soul of a youth equals wishes in understanding

15. Restore to my cheeks with your glance
Perhaps what has replaced my youth my cheek will restore

16. You blamed me for loving one whose love
My heart exhausted, until I prolonged complaining

17. A friend, a bosom friend who does not incline toward passion
So I said to him, leave off blaming me and be my comrade

18. O you who blame me for ardor, you have provoked me to it
Have you not seen the ardent blamed for provoking ardor?

19. When I refrain from love of the beloved I precisely
Cannot, the days of passion do not allow refraining

20. One day a neighbor appeared to me, bidding farewell
To her, and she was appearing in the most splendid adornment

21. So I was fascinated with her until I stumbled into a passion
Encompassing me, ardent love, and I began to stumble

22. So when she saw me, the pain of love recognized me
And I had nothing but adolescence to lean upon

23. And the streams of my tears flowed down my breast, adolescently
Behind my tears, flowing down

24. She swayed with a subtly bending branch above a branch, so I imagined her
A tender, bending bough of saplings

25. And the full moon of her face appeared, radiance
While the full moon has no such radiance

26. She glanced, and revealed the cheek of Umm Jiday's mother
So I said, is she deluded or is she mother of a lost one?

27. And the stealing of her smile revealed
Meadows of chamomile and slopes of basil

28. Another faced her, rivaling her
And the onlookers rejected her facing thus

29. As a despised rival faced me
Who aspires in poetry circles to rival me

30. And claims I am, like the camels, one of his she-camels
And his peers in the craft of poetry load me

31. Tomorrow do not boast, for you are no poet
And have never been adorned with eloquence

32. Leave poetry, for you are not one of its people
And cannot face the challenge if challenged

33. Be warned by those I warned before you, so they slunk away
In defeat and fled in retreat, warned

34. And everyone who agreed with you came as one honored
With congratulations, and now comes consoling

35. You are nothing but stinginess, ignorance and coldness
That is why you lived with the cold-hearted and the foolish

36. By God, you have never been the polished one in the period
Nor if you raced were you the winner

37. You were created deviant in deviance, rhyming
Deviantly in the method of the deviant, rhyming

38. And you tied the ropes of fools in foolishness
And broke the rope of saints and the pious

39. And you allied with layered ignorance and wickedness
And bad morals, pride, arrogance and pretentiousness

40. And you substituted for the path of guidance the path of passion
And frivolity, and replaced decency with shamelessness

41. And you were compensated for gaining loftiness with begging
And seizing the wealth of Muslims came to you

42. You clung to the anti-Christ aspiring to advancement
While it is far from him that you should gain advancement

43. You attained only misery, heresy,
Open sinfulness, sorcery and singing

44. You were never one adorned with the finery of sublime traits
Nor one free of the shame of disgrace

45. So you woke up despised, not free
Of the ignoble, nor adorned with the excellent

46. You never saw fasting a day in your lifetime
Nor praying one day in time

47. You did not busy yourself but with your stomach always
And you do not fulfill what makes men real men

48. It distracted me from lampooning the despised one, that I
When I compose poetry articulated in binding

49. And I present it like necklaces, organized,
Abundant in meaning, lucid, evident

50. He babbles it in ragged melody, though I presented
What I presented, it appeared presented to him

51. And that if I am excessive in dispelling his lampoon
And tear him apart from his source, I would be showering

52. Refined, in which I perfected refinement
Send back an answer free of clumsiness

53. And poor composure, and make the ode, O you