1. In every day there is longing and yearning,
And from every canyon, separation lies in wait,

2. And every road is thus rough without you,
Yet for you, roads that lead to you are easy.

3. I have fulfilled periods in suffering, and covenants withered,
Promises failed, O Buthaina, hopes were deceived.

4. So I turned away from the one I had covenanted with and parted,
Intending exile that will not end nor cease.

5. As if you did not know that conversation between us,
Nor tied that covenant, nor violated those pacts after us,

6. Nor did clouds pour down rain in them.
It is up to me to rouse my resolve for this matter,

7. For which bare rock and tender valley cry out,
And a deep well whose water ebbs, its force weakens -

8. You know how resolve can be.
For my heart lies between my ribs,

9. Therein trust and, for me, debts to fate.
My reproachful eyes - rather from determination

10. Are riches; and the reproach of singers is an art.
Indeed, one who claims glory, O Malik's garment,

11. Assumes command though its entirety and detail.
So do not reproach me, and know that height

12. Is captive, bound to the cheeks of steeds.
Those are noble horses, or vessels of tyranny,

13. The clan concealed at times and at others seen,
Passing back and fro until as if

14. Their nakedness by sharp cries madness makes known.
When the lightning of chieftains is glimpsed, scarcely

15. Do their aspects, grieved within, grow strong.
They glance back toward Damascus as though

16. For them in twain a child they have left behind.
When the vacant one sees them, he says they have hung

17. Their scissors on the twin hills, dexterously.
We have reached elation through travel until

18. Their cheeks complained to us of both burden and ether.
So we blamed them, refractory ships, each sail

19. Held from annihilation, an impregnable fortress.
Cables that rise high - if you saw them

20. You'd say between the stars there were debts upon them.
Their braided manes have turned white, yet after

21. Losing their youth, no eyes have pitied them.
Oh Lord, a night in which our guide went astray,

22. So guide him with the brow of the unsheathed blade.
A lad after seeing whose face no straying remains,

23. And from his liberality no lightning bolt departs.
He reached the height where the star of heaven with its wing,

24. And presented, beyond the farthest points, inviolate.
A delicate creation whose manners the morning breeze envied,

25. Then became sickly, afflicted with moaning.
In him is might before which judgement bows down,

26. And a knowledge - if people were to act on even some of it,
While they are ignorance, barely to be seen -

27. Some people have erected the pinnacle of glory and dew,
Lions whose place is the cave of the meadow.

28. Congratulations O sword of the faith, best of the glorious,
By whom the honorable acts built their forts.

29. With the arrival of my master, hearts aright were guided
And by his advent, eyes of the generous were delighted.

30. He alighted in Rome-land, most generous arrival,
Good fortune and success being his companion.

31. News of him came to the West before him,
Encircling the necks of the lofty and adorning.

32. Lo, thus is he whose striving is for God -
His days obey him and soften.

33. O House of Osman, congratulate yourselves on a glorious one
Who protects your honor and makes it secure.

34. You have silenced the enemy’s spite through him, indeed
Time, apart from you, because of him, is resentful.

35. O you who seek, come, let me guide you
To him, for in this discourse, I am honest.

36. Lay your hand on the wing of a starry West
And your feet in the wind, for it is sturdy.

37. And roam the open country; when you take flight through it
To him, you will hit your mark there.

38. I contend with my hyena, though my strength is feeble
And I a fearful believer while time is deceptive.

39. But were it not for you, the ships' cables would not
Have set out for Rome - recalcitrant she-camels.

40. Nor would I know how glory is attained,
Nor how the difficult becomes easy.

41. You unloaded the burden of my state from me when
Over me a cloud of aid from you wheeled.

42. And I know your merit guarantees
For the seekers of perfection a refuge secure.

43. After God, I have none but you facilitating
My attainment of purpose, assisting me.

44. At your door I have rested my aspirations’ mounts,
And for me there is no tranquility but in it.

45. Far be it from you to drive me away with refusing
While your gift is pure, no spring muddied.

46. And you best know what need I have in my heart,
And for me, this makes all manifest and clarifies.