1. To the fault-finder, your beauty is not for the jealous ear,
When my blamer rises against you,

2. Blame against you is prolonged, I know it is
Envy, and the envious attains no goal,

3. Love is satisfied with you though intention troubles it,
A share, and I am content with the procrastinating adversary,

4. And if you complain of a beauty that has deserted,
I thank you for an imagination that keeps company,

5. And I would give you a place, if you but knew its worth,
A heart that barely contains, save your love, a lodger,

6. Give with generosity what you refused in pride,
So that my attainment be not lost amidst your stinginess,

7. What harm, O beautiful one, to a tyrannical heart,
If it learned justice from an upright overseer,

8. What questions, what have we done after his loss?
Quiet by the Tigris that does not flow for the questioner,

9. Or a time gone by in which sorrow remained,
And passed away, but how can the gone yesterday return?

10. Alas! Age increased me and weakened my strength
And generosity, and the spring of my youth dried up,

11. I was the cutting sword, the bloom of my youth split,
Between beauties, and the water of my branch polished me,

12. So I was cast from their necks when the tresses departed
From me, which before were my intimate friends,

13. A life spent extravagantly and a time of idleness
Which old age took its due from my futility,

14. Decrepitude took the place of my virility,
And my qualities were honored after my strength weakened,

15. I revived the beauties of the dead, saying,
Had they not been afflicted by the envious killer,

16. They said, “He is your enemy,” so an ignorant one scorned him.
Who do I have, through my merit, with the lot of the ignorant?

17. O brothers of time, some follow it
Sincerely, some lying, some deviating,

18. Leave the son of Ayyub to me, and your business is
With the violator, the traitor or the deluder,

19. He who is not changed by events from me,
Nor the reason of time with any preoccupying,

20. And if I return to the ends of his love,
I meet them with introductions and beginnings,

21. And if I carry a burden on him I do not say,
Would that I had eased the back of the carrier,

22. It does not harm me if one is harsh to me and abandons me,
While Muhammad is gentle to me and meets me,

23. To God I am content with the little for myself,
Displeased with the abundant virtuous for me,

24. From those who uphold the respected lineage and release
Hands when the palms of the giver have dried up,

25. Who fling at the distant goal when the day draws away
Upon the arrows of the shooter the pottery day,

26. They set out to the ends, every impassioned one,
Riding on the horses of their fingers erring,

27. If it were not a lance they would not have sharpened for it
Two edges, the place of its strap and its worker,

28. Its breaths are spellbinding sorcery, not as
I was told that sorcery is the making of Babylon,

29. Join them in glory and preserve them and increase,
And You have done and increased beyond the doer,

30. And acquaint ole, the Feast, so its beauty increases,
O adornment of the days of the useless time,

31. Meet with it a year that has been covered in green, it is
For You doubly good in the meeting,