1. What is it to me or to the eyes of parting
That they have all agreed to kill me

2. And what is it to my heart that confronts them
Between the pain of longing and confusion

3. Moments that have not ceased charming
To rule unjustly over justice

4. Weak in cunning, yet they
Kill between earnestness and jest

5. My God, how much hope their coquetry awakens
If only they would be kind enough to give

6. Stingy, I have almost perished from their stinginess
And their love leaves me destitute

7. Nothing was wrong with their stinginess when they were stingy
If only the stain of waiting did not dishonor them

8. What engraving has marked them, making them suffice
Without the need for polishing

9. Arbiters in the blood of mortals
As if they were of that lineage

10. Woe to them, how many aching hearts
Were handed over to justice by them

11. My guide was lost in the path of passion
Between the vast valley and the gorge

12. How many battles I had in their fields
Where I was dealt the most painful of blows

13. It was absentminded of me, had reason been fair to me
It would not have allowed the likes of me to desire the likes of them

14. It has evicted the sweet dreams from my eyelids
A gazelle, whose connection is lost, wandering

15. And their teeth - no need to mention their eyelashes -
Are witnesses of justice against my passion

16. Kohl has flowed over their glances
And I was too shy by the application of kohl

17. When she shows us her wine between us
Her cheeks serve it to us

18. A branch I watered with my tears
My weeping made it needless of rain or buckets

19. Woe is me from a withholding palm tree
That ripens for man but does not sweeten

20. It has not ceased since its palms turned yellow
To fold greed upon greed for it

21. Woe to my means, too narrow for the aspirations
Of an instructor in times of ignorance

22. Suffice it as a most high against me, continuously
Elevating itself and aggrandizing

23. A wholesome doe between the white gazelles
On a day of commotion and the fading vegetation

24. Smiling while deaths unto him
Bare their fangs

25. Of firmest resolve, not fickle
And enthusiasm tells of the erratic arrow

26. A fearless lion hunting prey
Protecting from dishonor and cubs

27. Unwavering like a sword blade, not bending
Determined in fateful matters

28. Undaunted he turns and tosses
While death stands on its feet

29. Dazzling fair of face and smile
Whether he prays the hell of war or makes it pray

30. Delicate toward the caller of dew, hastening
His action precedes the delegation of words

31. Beneath you lies a quarter of glory, camp in it
And alight between water and shade

32. We covet a rested, fulfilled, safe side
In which wishes are united

33. If his ease has been granted in full
It would not accept just a portion of the whole

34. Fingers harmonized with their pens
Their ink is the rain in torrents

35. Oh woe, is your rule fair to me
And seeking what was lost of rights?

36. My undertakings burdened with me, so how much
Have you carried of weight and heaviness?

37. Take it, for rhymed prose has aided me
Like a blade or straight, slender palm trunk

38. And listen to it melodiously innovating
Filling the hearing of time as it dictates

39. And here is my gratitude, a delicious spring
Dispense it between elevation and streams