1. Pour the tears of the eyes and scatter
And leave it to flow through the days

2. For the cycles of youth have become dilapidated
It told tales and life appeared in lines

3. So do not restrain the tears with it, but scatter
With copious uncapped tears

4. And say to the blamer, enough, do not blame
Stop the rebuke, rebuke is laid bare

5. So stop the blame, for I love the fair one
I ramble about her in my sobriety and drunkenness

6. No connection is afforded today except
Fantasies, or a specter that flows

7. And those abodes have been deserted in
The pitch-blackness of my heart, embers

8. And the disease of love is only cured
By being close, or union after separation

9. Else the miracle of Jesus works
For every desolate ruin

10. And else, praising the refuge of every weak
And He who is prepared for every matter

11. O rain of the weak, and who calls upon Him
Like the wave of the sea, nay with the sea He is sated

12. Lo, you still uncover every harm
And from the utterly poor you remove every poverty

13. And give drink to every ignorant lost soul
The leaders of knowledge without wine or nectar

14. O You who surpassed the people of poetry in flight
And Your poetry has ended up not being poetry

15. Since poetry today has become
Cast in the deserts of the lands, a wasteland

16. So do not boast in the knowledge of a father or ancestor
For the knowledge of fathers and ancestors is no boast

17. Lo, O you who aspires in poetry foolishly
Hold back, you do not know

18. My peer you have been utterly ignorant of the matter
So what business does the wolf have with the fragrant rose

19. You threaten me with poetry every instant
Yet poems are but under compulsion

20. I will not cease to send them to you
Until they are buried in a grave in the wilderness

21. Lo, O you who guides poetry to prosody
You have begun, my friend, a difficult matter

22. So this is the daughter of reason who has come to you
Well-mannered, shining like the full moon

23. She is presented to you seeking a dowry
And none other than you she will accept as a groom

24. So take her, composing her adornments upon her
The adornments of an untouched maiden of gold

25. Prepare for poetry, you will soon be pelted
With every hideous ode, untouched

26. And I will not cease to send them to you
Until they are consigned in the wasteland to a grave

27. And until you leave poetry forcibly
And are wrapped in sorrow and drunkenness

28. Blessings upon the Guide so long as they flowed in
The meandering paths of vicissitudes, a clear spring