1. He burdens me with more than I can bear, so I bear it,
And commands me not to awake, so I obey,

2. And kills me intentionally, because I love him,
And is it any wonder that I love and am killed?

3. And he prevents me from passing by his door,
And catching a glimpse - though I pass, so he is bashful,

4. I am humbled when love is mighty or moderate,
And when love is mighty, what can I do but humbly beseech?

5. I complain of his tyranny, but passion judges in his favor,
And how can the judge of passion judge justly?

6. Would that the perfection of beauty were given to one who makes beautiful,
And the beauty of face to one who beautifies,

7. And a blamer, attacking at night, blames me,
Saying: "Do you not plead except by humble entreaty?"

8. So I said: "Chide me less, and consider:
For none remains to be hoped for, or depended upon."

9. For though wealth fail me, I depend
On the generosity of the son of Shadi,

10. And I have a helper in the helper of the faith, ever-present,
Sufficient for me, and I have from his overflowing palms a fountain,

11. Generous with what he contains, and faithful to his promise,
He gives generously and enriches, or speaks and acts.

12. A sea of bounty for the needy, a rain pouring down,
A towering refuge for those who come to him, a shelter,

13. Deeming abundant bestowal to be little, he sees
No gift, however repeated, to be inclusive and exceeding.

14. When the heroes of war spurred on their steeds, he was foremost,
And if the youths of the land were counted, he was the first,

15. In days of bounty and privation he was the most generous,
When days were appraised and enumerated.

16. Good fortune to you, a day the ages have not seen the like of,
More glorious, faithful, joyous, and excellent!

17. Appearances that made the ages pure again, and a joy
That returned the laughter of its wantonness, adorned anew.

18. So good fortune to you, severing every pleasure,
And a loss that increases glory and perfects it!

19. The blood that David shed, the swords attested,
Inspired to thrust against the skulls, and hastened.

20. It pains him to attain the prey of kings, while his reaching
Is judged by a humble petitioner.

21. He extends a hand toward one whose attainment is beyond him,
Though hands of men and legs be cut off.

22. And were it not for piety, he would not have stretched his palm
To the torrent, to afflict it, while the lion cub frolics.

23. Neither have favor, victory, and guidance ceased
To accompany your travel, when you lodge and depart.