1. The debt lingered though he could have paid,
The breaker of pacts forgets what has passed.

2. How can good advice be hoped from an arbitrator
Who vents much anger and is not pleased with consent?

3. I was gladdened one day by his objection,
My eyes brimmed and my chest turned away.

4. He felt the passion as he had left it
After a year, not recovered from the illness.

5. O you who shoots arrows and sheds blood,
Do not gather pebbles, you have reached the target.

6. Love divided so did not do me justice,
Wronging in what it parceled out and supposed.

7. Do not blame my flooding tears
In self-reproach, had they revived an invalid.

8. You have out of envy robbed him of his jewel.
So you made forbidden and kept the honor.

9. The messenger suffered in his delivery.
I know not which road dispersed.

10. Restraint, if roughness is recalled,
I may recover from it through restraint.

11. Seek for the eyes in his verses
A gaze, to line them or close.

12. With my soul an émigré who did not rely
They grasped from his company so it shrank.

13. You blamed him and said a difficult neck,
You threw it rugged and kindled glowing embers.

14. If the sun is eclipsed today,
Tomorrow not every day is bright.

15. He who commanded the night and dawn for him
Darkened fortune on him and lit.

16. Leave Ayyoub’s son be, Fate, and take
Everything, if in it there is compensation.

17. Give me the only one, I chose him.
And fortunate you are for what the horizon contained.

18. With you I ransom and with them from you a brother
When you made me taste sincere affection.

19. Cleaving from the rust of shame, as
The whetted sword cleaves what is sharpened.

20. He wore glory but how lonely it was,
What garment at glory’s love trimmed?

21. Blackened lineage an heirloom yet we see
The people’s generosity mortgaged.

22. Glory, O Ayyub’s family, walked
Sweaty among you, far-extending.

23. We pasture in ravaged valleys
While you graze a fertile spring.

24. Love halted at your dunes,
A branch from it clutched at my heart.

25. You saved me from it the best for you.
Sweet what a mouth has kissed or bitten.

26. Praise which your honors spread
As a beautiful bride spreads for a wedding feast.

27. Walking beneath your traits,
Witnesses who taste no slumber.

28. Whoever strived for the house walks disappointed,
A footman while the rider’s son raced.

29. And its pregnant she-camels strode
On a day of gathering, kneading and rolling.