1. My adversary is arrogant and gloating over my misfortune
While my fate is suspicious to her and I'm defeated

2. And my heart is savage towards her, its cover is ripped
She extends her hand greedily while showing humility

3. One night has passed after another
And a day rolls by the firm mountains

4. It asks the stars about its path
It wanders from time to time, rising and setting

5. Neither is it where a wanderer can be gathered
Nor is its return to be hoped for if it strays

6. Except that it passed by the water of Suwayqah
Wandering and craving the path, disappointed

7. In his hand, provision is more stingy, more guarded
And when sharing is needed, the palms are tight

8. He feeds the starved with her generosity
Whether she was kind to him or avoided him

9. Yet, she dislikes nothing but blood and decay
And choice bones that are soft and brittle

10. So she returns, pacing near its shadow
And if caution would make one rich in the present, traps would be set

11. The messengers informed me that she has changed
So I said, "An amusing tale, but it is false"

12. She has replaced me in love with one unlike me
In generosity, while between us is a huge difference

13. Is it an illusion of her or are my sides welcoming
Next to disappointment while my eyelids are dismayed

14. The night folds its stars and finds the crossing burdensome
With the slow swaying of hips, then it rests

15. Thus we remain in the faint light and illumination
While the crescent wanes and the full moon pales

16. We see the musk rat under our feet
So parts of its fur stick out and some fall off

17. Ask the white tents on the side of the preserve
Will my scattered group join at the winter camp?

18. And does the prey, whom fate has hounded, have a refuge
Where I can gather your nights, O lost ones?

19. For life is alive and time is a blooming youth
And the leisure's basil is thriving

20. My head has turned gray, dyed twice, so I'm weakened
Yet still with some youthfulness, changing

21. My tresses have become undone by singing girls' hands
And they swing lightly at the tips

22. And fate is but an illness of endless sorrow
Or bold adventures that come suddenly

23. My excuse to friends is that I cannot detect
Who of them is loyal to me and who hates me

24. Silently, to what displeased me, so I make peace
Or argue - how can I if we reconcile?

25. I have made indifference a protection from them
And among people are bodies with barren hearts

26. My withdrawal from them and solitude has taught me
That in crowds, I was lost

27. Ask the deceived wanderer, what was left of his money
By the harshness of years and years of misery?

28. He penetrated seeking her but his hopes always
Go unfulfilled, with water sources dried up

29. To where? And the son of Ghadiriyah is witness
Does a star allure you or a ruin guide you?

30. It meets its death from within and neglects its meadow
While hornets or snakes live there

31. Indeed, the full moon in the sky is the sun's son
And the full moon of Bani Auf is fixed on earth

32. A man true to his word, not violating promises
Nor slow to generosity as he ages

33. He sleeps hungry, his side and pillow empty
Yet providing for visitors as needed

34. When the long night passes and darkens
The guest finds his night's meal ready

35. You see his wealth is from his generosity, not
From hoarded gold that misers fight for

36.
Easygoing when calamity strikes, whenever

37. The noble debtor delays payment
The neighborhood women describe his tenderness

38. And the men admire his forbearance
You see tolerance laden behind his cloak

39. When the rash passerby clashes with him
Can a messenger convey on my behalf what Khuzaymah has comprehended

40. Or the everlasting preserved and nurtured?
It was enough for your glory what traits in my father you passed on

41. When branches betray the roots that established them
You gave birth and gave birth to the great one, the like of whom

42. Is little, though mothers of hawks are few
You preceded, with no rushing dust clinging to you

43. And excelled, with none matching your qualities
The enemies tested you with winks and jests

44. Yet no claws scratched your firm principles
A friend whose face and heart are alike

45. Has sacrificed for you, sharing ideals
You see content and anger in his eyelids

46. Though the eyes and mouth may be silent
He hides resentment in his eyelid, so he is serene

47. Yet inside is a ferocious lion, hostile to you
I roused my poetry, so it rose up for you

48. With what it carries, which is natural submission
And it came back to me after I had tamed it, its determination

49. Is obedient to the bending of ropes
The tongues of questions called you, so you articulated

50. Your hands, while the hands of hinderers were silent
You gave me wealth that came though I did not earn it

51. And character as you refined it to gold
And you were not, God forbid, like a man

52. Who bargained with me though praise was obliged
Or a people who see poetry as an affliction

53. That stripped them bare and their palms refused
So listen, as long as your arm reaches high

54. And be secretly pleased or openly disappointed
Praise coming from the mouth of the narrator is guaranteed

55. And the prayer of gratitude invokes your name
It visits you at the time of its ritual

56. With timing accepted by the generous
Bestowing on the wealthy multiples of what they give

57. While it is leftover, and gifts missed
I say to my days, "Leave me or take me"

58. For you are nothing but fleeting moments
So I do not care whose mount stumbles

59. And whose affection for me remains constant