1. My pearl necklace is an honor to the one at rest
We got drunk while you were awake

2. You have a sublime innovation in your innermost thoughts
The comfort of the settled and the aloofness of the wanderer

3. Glory like the horizons of the sky when they end
With laments that faded in the lands

4. Time rules genius alone
Not the mighty king or the bloodthirsty killer

5. And the universe in its secrets and treasures
Is for thought not for chaos and weapons

6. The years made the conquerors seem
Like sand taken away by the blowing winds

7. The world cannot be fixed and its affairs set right
Except by thought like a frank ray

8. Joking about the cunning of life and its people
Meeting its hardships with a blossoming smile

9. The best doctrine in my passion is the doctrine
Of a proud, leaping, winged female goat

10. It builds life on the guidance of its faith
While the mind proves the rest and wipes it out

11. The intoxication of doctrine - where is it compared to the horizons
Of the intoxication of eyes, and where is the intoxication of the one at rest?

12. The king of life hides behind every curve
A thousand ambitions lying in wait for despair

13. The honor of battles is in wounds and destruction
So your abode is safe from harm and wounds

14. And carry life with your palms challenging it
As the first transgressor with weapons

15. Life is an unseen fate's treasure
So unfold its treasures comfortably

16. Do not complain of life being short, it may
Suffice with a gesture without need for explanation

17. If the journey of life satisfies you with its text
Its summary will suffice you without need for exegesis

18. And choose for yourself a sublime death
Among the stars in the vigilant horizon

19. Death in the deep seas is fearful
My pride defied it in tumult

20. I surrounded doctrine with God from harm
An immoral shameless oath-breaker

21. You got drunk on the benevolence of the companion and became disorderly
So today I have no wine or cups

22. Flirting with eyes - and I won't say winking
And all pretentious coquetry of the flirt

23. Swaying with tenderness from his arrogance
What did you leave for raiding and fighting?

24. God knows I did not want to gloat
At the death of the weak, ashamed ones

25. Gloating over the weak is against my nature
And pardoning the stumbling of the wounded is my disposition

26. And I who widened the bosom of my care
And cried for every tortured weary one

27. Most wretched for those who carried misery as though
I relieved the agony of each brother I relieved

28. Sorrow washed my heart, and sorrow is enough
As a washer of hearts' hatred and wiper

29. And I wished when the wing of a dove swooped down
If it flew from my fluttering wing

30. Love that threaded existence altogether
The lion of evil and the dove of sorrows

31. Blind ages glanced but did not see
Its hidden treasures near the suns

32. His insight penetrated the secrets of darkness
So dawn broke from it in a thousand mornings

33. Who would carry dawn in his wings
The rays of lamps would be slight for him

34. I imagine the world a blazing hell
Throwing its embers at the ages

35. Be gentle on yourself, for in souls remains
A remnant of mercy, chivalry, and tolerance

36. Behind the heatedness, violence, and flames
Whatever shade and good fragrance you wish

37. The angels of heaven cried out mocking
The joker who insulted the praiser

38. Mockery in it when you take its disbelief
Is like mockery when you see it in sincere advice

39. It ruined beliefs and morals, oh for them
Are murderous strikes like accessible fate

40. And it transgressed on heaven's sanctuary, oh for it
So it appeared through it the Opener

41. It exposed the secrets and souls, tearing away
From them any covering or veil

42. And revealed the guarded from consciences, so it ended
The whispers of souls for loud cries

43. If it is harsh in criticizing morals, then mercy
Was not hoped for them from the hand of the surgeon

44. Oh prisoner of the two prisons, does he not moan
For the release of the captive and the unshackling of the prisoner?

45. Your mercy protected life and guarded it
From every slumbering eyelid refusing to stay up

46. Do you feel narrow with the female when your love
Did not feel narrow with the beast among the bushes and sands?

47. Oh unjust critic in her gardens
If you tasted some of the traits of apples

48. A scent more beloved than wishes and a covering
Of wonders - some of shine and some of joys

49. She is an image of God, may He be glorified in His majesty
Her equals were too magnificent for tablets

50. She was granted bliss by His power and colored
His lights, excelling the painter's hand

51. I wish the genius worries would murmur
With the tenderness of the gentle doe hopping

52. If they descended upon the bliss of passion
They would descend pampered in the most generous field

53. Forbidden from the ease and hardship of time
And protected the flock from anything unlawful

54. How the wise mind and its worries need
A life wide enough for impetuousness and meadows

55. And for the one whose playfulness and intoxicated soul
In its shade with the blowing wind

56. A female when the confines of her soul narrowed
Rose with horizons so it relaxed for him

57. Troubles if they come to her tenderness
Are watered with a perfume like pouring drink

58. And she returns them brides adorned
Like the morning star and like dawn but not the dawn

59. For genius there is harshness, if not for love
It would have ravaged every belief and righteousness

60. A fool - if beauty released its reins
It would overthrow a horseman its saddle overturned

61. What is the elegance of the sail to storms
If the sailor's hand does not steer it?

62. Oh wise one of time, which beauty
Was stingy to you with its fragrant scent?

63. It settled her in the merciful heart, so she feared
What was in it of complaint and lamenting's return

64. Your recalcitrance and shyness closed
The door of bliss and you threw away the key

65. If you were fair you would have quenched me with wine whose drivel
Intoxicates minds and tempts souls

66. And you would have provided for me in love with perfume
With beauty not with anemones and coriander

67. Do not conceal your love in malice and harm
Love is the essence of your persistent hatred

68. And unleash your censure as much as you wish, for behind it
Are shining pearls of praises

69. Genius and beauty flowed down
From a source, and cascaded down from comfort

70. Brothers - if dawn did not rise except
Over ruins and remains

71. The two unjust possessors, and what
Past mistake and misstep they committed!

72. She who deprived you of the bliss of her love
And refused you the shame of flirts and cruelties

73. If the time and its secret were in my hands
And the assistance of evens and mornings

74. In a scene where delegations fill its expanse
And it is crowded with comers and goers

75. I would take away her charm and spell of eyes
And erase the light of her luminous forehead

76. And scatter the essence of her mouth from its necklace
So its pearls of perfume became no longer intact

77. And return the drivel of her seventy years
And the nonsense of youth's playfulness

78. And hide my mirror...but a scream covered
My words and its shame with winds

79. Until when I completed all that
I looked - the look of one resting

80. So I took revenge on the injustice of beauty, and perhaps
I would gloat at wounds in the soil and blood

81. And if I saw you, I would be annoyed and deny
In seriousness my joking and fun with you

82. The greatest solitude - its dawn sparkled
With shadows whiter than a blowing wind

83. This is Arabism, humbled to protect you
The enemy's tithe by it narrowed and the refuser despaired

84. The shining deep blue bowed to a sand dune
Gracious in the two rivers, a restful harbor

85. And it saw steadfastness - if it persevered - it did not persevere
With a staff, not with bliss or keys

86. Listen, wise one of time, for it is a poem
And you refused the innovations of a singing nightingale

87. Chaste - if the companion testified for her lover
She left the people's eloquence without eloquence

88. Its distant impulses faded for a battalion
Green, flashing with clanging metal

89. Is there in your burial place in the battlefield a spot
Between the eyes for my pouring tear?

90. Souls sang for him, pouring out their love
So he shone with the wind of distance, not wind

91. What loss for the twisted Arabian horses
My death in the open space on the vast plain

92. Excuse me if I did not give your glory its right
The billows of the struggle overwhelmed the swimmer