1. His purpose is to disobey passion yet obey it
By your passion! I cannot do this

2. My hearing is deaf to blame and its blamer
Why then does its rebuke knock at my hearing?

3. Strife has overcome my patience towards beauty
While my heart is an overpowered prisoner stripped of will

4. Do not blame except a reproacher who is uncontrollable
His inclination to strife cannot be curbed

5. The saltiness of the fresh saliva makes it delicious
While the saltiness of the briny makes it repugnant

6. Oh his might! If his might did not strengthen him
Oh his humiliation! If his tears did not help him

7. In my darling she has a sweet nature and charm
But she has a repulsive aloofness and disdain

8. The wine of youth intoxicates my heart with joy
Helpless, overcome with passion, drunk

9. A branch leaning and straightening on an emerald surface
As if it disobeys it when it obeys it

10. Bored, yet in the heart of a lover is its equal
A moon, though in the night of estrangement is its rising

11. As if his lover's heart is his fiefdom
As if his darling's handwriting is her signature

12. His lover is wounded by the arrows of her glances
The writhing of his cheek excused by her twisting

13. By God, I have a life on credit that I lived
And my days are not dispersed but gathered

14. Days have passed in youth and its cups
In us, and its joys oozed with bliss

15. I lived its covenants in the bosoms of intimacy
And its meadows flourished in the lights of Spring

16. Can I return to days gone by?
Alas! I cannot hope for their return

17. My love remains constant with misfortunes
To bid farewell to my heart's company is to bid it farewell

18. I entrust the guarding of my darling's affection
For the angel cannot lose what he possesses

19. Do not ascribe my heart to me, for it
Is yours, and in you are its wounds and brokenness

20. In Yusuf the Rescuer, son of the Chaser
The religion of guidance, sublime pillar, lofty is its aspiration

21. Covered in the gown of pride, pure of soul
Towering the light of humanity, fertile are its meadows

22. My state with hearts is chaste and pious
To God yearns what my ribs contain

23. Red is the blade of victory on the day of battle
Dusted white is the giver of gifts, abundant are its gifts

24. In peace but what belongs to him and his enemy
Both are fearful in either case

25. To God belongs a Hashimite core, pure
Its branches have flourished and towered in nobility

26. To you belongs attainment, protection, and formidable might
For you are the bane of the times, fertile its meadows

27. O best of caliphs, the request of a content man
With your approval, though modesty does not reveal his contentment

28. Can one like me in your time be lost?
Never my master, you will not forsake him

29. Entrust me with a favor that I may spread
For the best one to entrust is you, its spreader

30. The hopeful considers his purpose accomplished
If to you is his hope an intercessor