1. Who will excuse me on the day the fever of love struck,
From a passion that settled firmly in my heart?

2. A glance that returned, so it returned as longing,
The archer who wounded with it killed whoever he wounded.

3. The eyes of the beloved captivate me,
A madman he became, though he had been sane.

4. If you live after it, do not count yourself alive,
Casting down your eyes among us, one who is downcast.

5. I had tasted passion before her,
Yet I see the passionate one who has become salty.

6. Ask the path to the friends from the valley of separation,
How you have darkened for us the full moon at dawn!

7. Is it for anything but what our neighbors did -
They shook off association and pitched their tents?

8. O morning breeze, from Kazima,
Draw tight the bosom of the plain and the expanse!

9. O morning breeze, if the morning breeze must blow,
It had been a comfort to my heart.

10. O days of my youth at Sula', will I ever see
That campsite again, and the trailing tent ropes?

11. Remember us as we remember your covenant,
Many a remembrance has brought near one remote.

12. And remember a young man when he sang of you,
Who wept and was intimate with the wine-skin.

13. The blamer has despaired of me, dissuaded
From my heart's success with you.

14. Had he known, no she-companion would have borne
His departure, of those who joke with me.

15. I have reluctantly drunk patience without you
And willingly pursued my illness with you.

16. And I have known anxiety after you,
As if I had not known happiness before.

17. My night vigils in the bloom of youth went astray
In the dawn, wandering confusedly about my head.

18. From Sura we had never before heard
Of a son of the night who disliked daybreak.

19. A visitor who came and did not warn us,
Driving early in the morning, not crying out.

20. The herbs of life flourished because of him,
So who is the tender of plants that made them flourish?

21. It was amazed at the change in my circumstances, and who
Accompanies worldly life according to what is undertaken,

22. How far its soul deluded it,
The merchant of manners, that he would profit!

23. You always see a diminishing fortune
Wherever you see preeminence outweighing.

24. Fate and expectations are a door forever
Closed, when hands are opened.

25. I have experienced people according to my nature,
Stingy, and they have called themselves generous.

26. I have conformed myself to their characters,
Entering among their staffs and smooth stones.

27. I sent water from the flint of purity
Before I sent an imagination to succeed.

28. They desire property to remain for them,
So why do they desire praise?

29. The slanderer is explicit about generosity, while they
Are excessive in stinginess, rendering eloquence mute.

30. The beautiful ones drew forth a glorious youth
Who obeyed none in generosity but sincere advice.

31. They prolonged the race course of glory for him,
So he went pursuing a head that was inflammatory.

32. A noble descended from the family of Ishmael, who did not
See anything in character other than salty and barren land.

33. However the orbitings of the dew circulated about him,
The nests of the right [hand] steered a course.

34. He does not care what rugged mountain
The one who came to him for refuge split open.

35. Whenever the hand of the rain is constrained by what
It possesses, its clouds pour down freely.

36. For the dear one of bounty, it brought down the darkness,
A grim-faced one, kindling the lamp for the dawn prayer.

37. It loaded cares though they weighed heavily upon it,
The exterior of the bone, a faithful mount.

38. It expands the wilderness for a humble back,
In the control of travel and an elevated head.

39. It does not care whether it fulfills its need
From my blood or my skin, a wound or scar.

40. It carried the vessels of gratitude to him
And leaned over to receive gifts from him.

41. He won merit always renewed
And sublime deeds as if a seal renewing.

42. He follows in his wondrous signs
The trace of glory as a route made clear.

43. A lineage - how the eyes of pride extended themselves toward him,
Hitting the racecourse.

44.
No slander from a critic stuck to him,

45. No wink from one who carped or faulted.

46. It accustomed the full moon, when it faced him,
To the first moment of meeting it by morning.

47. And the sea saw him as more copious
In the obtainer than when it overflowed.

48. And the eyes of poetry rose up
That the listener might be the one praised.

49. His virginal utterances did not find, or his help,
One to be praised apart from you.

50. Other than free women I see him neglect
Their right with you as something discarded.

51. How long can poetry be patient
That you insult the likes of them or pardon?

52. You have restrained my hands from them
After it was honorable for me to bestow.

53. And you desired the heights of their lineages
And the prestige of their agreeable tribes.

54. And I see your aim in her bride gift
Lasting, though the gift is for the husband.

55. Poetry trusted in you and negligence occurred
That embarrasses it and exposes it.

56. So excuse it if it comes making claims -
It has granted you time, if there is any use.

57.
A year has passed after a year, and the promise

58. Made has not brought forth what was inseminated.
Remember it as it remembers you,

59. Doing good, and deem ugly what is ugly.
And know that the heart of gratitude, if

60. It is not helped by your overflowing rain,
And accompany your days, and utilize

61. In the heights their leaping and the towers,
Between Nayrooz and Eid - two leaders