1. Your excuse from your forbearance that is digested
And the living raised from the one with frowning face

2. They anchored the riding-beasts and the spring's water
Is tears, and they cried for it while it is blood

3. Necks like polished swords, the polished swords of valor
Their intentions the vows and the necklaces

4. Bearing bodies like treasures of bliss
Walking with them the treasures of bounty

5. Radiances like suns rising
From which appear cycles of darkness

6. So partially unveiled except two nights
And wide open ten whose steps were complete

7. Chaste, none of them having a blemish found
Nor did they taste a life blamed

8. Bearing bodies while describing the lean one
Under faces thanking the bounty

9. And among the group one whom madness possessed
And another the innocent one who is the ill

10. To where, O driver of the two she-camels
From the acacias, which refuge or peace?

11. Is any land's soil more generous when your staff split it
And more abundant its vegetation and fresher its plains?

12. I envy other than you who gathers
The good pastures for the digested

13. And the gazelle with the tribulation oath swore
Not tasting from it any compact

14. If poetry is attributed between the camels
In my name, the muscle will surely be pierced

15. Does the shade of wishes remain cool
And one may be granted what was forbidden?

16. Nights return with the same
Stars and it did not make me forget them the passing

17. And a life in it sleep forgot
Then it woke and returned to be seen in dreams

18. Perhaps you, O fate, will reform
Due to insistence of your contention or be modest

19. So this blazing heart gathers
And this burning bosom cools off

20. Otherwise close to the pillar of capacity is
Your excuse in every enormous sin

21. When will a house come close in which I have no pain
In an event after it or difficulty?

22. May God protect for me in the intricacies of intention
A crescent in the folds of sorrows folding

23. I shook off the path of intention afterward
So I did not gain except stumbling in darkness

24. And I treated my exertion the sickness of yearning
But it is not healed and does not decide

25. And how can the body of the resident rest
In a house in which his heart did not settle?

26. And what is the land as my aid but
Sustenance in it and my provision but hopes?

27. And I did not think that the houses of the prophet
The lion of tyrants fears in it

28. Nor that it would be villages in Dajil
Pasture of elevation and disgust of nobility

29. Your departure changed the nature of the breeze
And the clear juice choked the drawers of water

30. So no scene of sublimity to visit
Nor a shrine of dew to be touched

31. As if you traveled with the excellence of all men
And built with the glory of nations

32. If the harm of people alienated you
And the bite of speech made your hearing desolate

33. And who slow is in his heart towards you
A face smiling and gentle

34. Then you would only be the polished
Sword, if its sharpness did not terrify it would not be drew

35. And the lion was not shaken in his den
Unless when they shook his hand, he slapped

36. And below what you feared an opinion firmer
And heart deafer and nose taller

37. And expanse of the countries and length of the spears
And victory of the swords and magic of the pen

38. And a command from God in defending
You cannot be attained when He destined

39. And an outcome in which He makes happy whoever He makes happy
And frustrated from sorrow whoever He frustrated

40. And how often time shook before it
And returned and refrained from what it sinned

41. And it came carrying the apology
Bending, and the regret interceding for it

42. And distress straitened so patience relieved you
And it was most gloomy and it was most hopeful

43. And I inspired my bird so I gave you glad tidings
With what my fortunes loaned to you

44. It will remember my threat in it tomorrow
Like your remembrance of me yesterday when it came early

45. And you will know I am one whose poetry
Says only what he knew

46. And the splendor of the gazelle will appear to me
From the folds of meeting the forelock of the banner

47. Behind you the driver of long survival
And in front of you firmness of steps

48. And the enemy's blade was unsheathed from you
The reins of patience or the most high of resolves

49. Are you not the son most loyal to pacts
And most fragrant with conditions of bounty?

50. And most formidable with sword or hand
That plunged or reached soil of skulls?

51. And fulfilling what your father fulfilled of sublimity
And you increased so you carried out what did not carry out

52. Through you the populace feels reassured after him
And their path straightened and organized

53. So they do not miss you alive in hardships
Or at rest in distresses, wealthy in lack

54. And I greeted from afar that most dignified
And those sublime morals, most patient of affliction

55. Rising up from me blowing the sides
From it with the most redolent of what is smelled

56. Floating to every hearing has flowed
Onto it the most pleasant in every mouth

57. Circling upon you its squares
In succession, like the circling of imagination

58. And the fattest of it the pasture of the valley of loyalty in you
And flowers of the meadows lasting

59. If only your house were in the plateau
And below you chambers of the sanctuary

60. The bellies of the desolate valley would wade to you
And tread the tops of low hills and dunes

61. Each feast appears more stirring to you
And people's feasts other than yours are gloomy

62. When you are alone, it accompanies you
And if the fate gathered it, it takes refuge in you