1. Whether he hit or missed me as his target
He has chastened his arrow and named me

2. It was an intended wound that did no wrong
Yet with it he is counted an assailant

3. He will be rewarded by Him who judges hearts
On the painful day of the just Judge

4. O Lord, avenge me of one with flushed cheeks
Whose redness comes from my blood

5. My saddlebags are too weak to bear my worries
A blood-stained carrier of my vengeance

6. If an astray one sought the full moon as guide
He would not seek the guide stars' positioning

7. When we stood at Zamzam I drank water
That could not cure me of my inner heat

8. It seemed to ask the caravan about me
One knowing asking about my state

9. Its good stream flowed copiously
Did you see the cascading rain flowing freely?

10. It did no harm to one who was stingy with his bucket
For he saw it flowing fully at Mina

11. If her rest gave me a draft to drink
And I was revitalized, it would have cured me

12. I intended to collect my innermost wish at Mina
If it were up to me it would be near

13. Three dreams were at Mina then the caravan left
And so it departed and left me

14. O you who saw the people and when they left
You were saved, so live forever lasting

15. Alas for my ribs and memory of passion
From a breath that convulses my ribs

16. A sigh with which I chide my blamer
How many stabs have wearied the censurer?

17. And from a cloud of passion which immersed me
Girding myself with patience against my denier

18. An ambiguity in opinion not made clear
With no guiding star indicating its guide

19. The ardors of love from it are dried out
No rain can reach one who would channel it

20. I went out from it relieved of its narrowness
Delivered, dragging my robe

21. It is like the brambles along the road
Scratching the cautious and the unwise

22. With friendliness it fools the one who desires it
Join a caravan that does not fear the deserts

23. I roused my thoughts to tame it
Subduing its stubbornness

24. I mounted it, gaining mastery of its back
Riding it with the wishes of my brothers

25. Love takes me to the like of it
While money cannot buy my ethics

26. How many friends whose houses I treasured
If given fairness would have hosted me

27. I learned the many hues of his character
While he saw me as unsullied white

28. I am wearied of him wherever he gathered
If we separated I would wish him well

29. I seek help like my father Abu Talib
But disdain to find a replacement

30. Time has saved you from people for me
After my running and circumambulations

31. For the blessings from when I faced her
One day with my face approaching her

32. It was finished and no gap was left in it
Diminishing its completed number

33. Of a necklace, if you gather it completely
And see the clasp, it is the center of it

34. I cherish it that you kept it
An inheritance, its past forgotten

35. Some of them you did not lack virtue
Merits he claims as paternal

36. Job and his fathers left you
Saying "My glory is my fathers' glory"

37. If fruits were sweetened for picking
Thank the planter and irrigator

38. Reach to the stars with your hand, but
It remains beyond others' reach

39. And take with your character what you wish
Of wealth and life, leave not overpriced

40. It gushed and overflowed brimming
Filling my dwellings with all I earned

41. After I had been there destitute
Barely vexing the watchman

42. By it the crooked wishes were straightened
And my fluttering heart was convinced

43. And days relaxed their tightness from me
I wander or settle comfortably

44. Hands that gave strength to my hands
You stretched them to me from the first

45. So name me ungrateful if I am not
Thankful to them and rewarding them

46. In everything left to them is a share
Racing the rider and guide

47. Roaming and reaching, never rising up
A hill or descending a valley

48. Being the supplies for one with them
On a night of slow-moving villages

49. It intoxicates one awake with its breeze
And captivates the writer and reciter

50. In every club you have a critic
One whose preaching fills the club

51. Like a praise I presented from myself
Yet named no clear source

52. But it is from a essence that would not
Spring except for you alone

53. A wondrous beauty of my thoughts for it
A peer, and it was nurtured in my chest

54. So if you appreciate my gift
Appreciate the guidance of some of my parts