1. I lament the flame of sorrow in its hearth,
And thank the heart in its endurance,

2. And look to the mind in its evasions,
Drawing near with its hopes to the distant one.

3. The branches prostrate themselves before it, fluttering,
And the rose is shy of its stream.

4. I wish the journey would hasten with us
To the hours of my life at the time of its tryst.

5. It strips the egg of its glaze,
And the temptation of the glance of its purity.

6. Nor do I hope for salvation from my passion for it
With the heart enchained in its hand.

7. Except by versifying a pearl
That our age attributes to its most skilled,

8. The times are not impressed by its gems
Because it is the making of a singular one.

9. It is like the breeze in its features,
And they described it as sorrow for its envy.

10. And scattered it in necklaces arranged
And composed it as temptation for its reciter.

11. It struts among the peacocks its tail
Causing the glance in its sleepiness to tremble.

12. I was honored by the author who collected
The rarities of pearl in its necklace.

13. And if the end of time comes, indeed,
Its proofs have gone before, well-documented.

14. And if it comes singly and concisely,
In its merit, long from its enumerator.

15. It narrates on the authority of al-Jawhari its support,
From the appraiser of pearl from its inscriber.

16. And its meaning thrived in its eloquence,
That it nearly hid from its editor.

17. Its biographer says in describing it
A necklace that pleases the prohibition with its tinkling.