1. My soul found relief from the adversaries of sailing,
Despair has a spirit like the spirit of success,

2. And sometimes youth judged in my mind,
Joy from the water of youth and meadows,

3. And how could it not feel joy,
When the moment passed and picked the saliva it passed,

4. Had her saliva not been wine,
He would not have bent his side while shouting,

5. He smiles away from the one with evil, as
The gazelle picks up the grapes with its mouth,

6. Youth sends its winds from a garden,
That sometimes shadows and sometimes wanders,

7. Of a delicate one whose corners combine,
The whiteness of the anklets and the whiteness of the bracelets,

8. And if the course of youth to it had known,
It would have blocked the winds of stinginess from blowing,

9. How many times has it rendered us helpless,
So sleep took it to us relaxed,

10. It slipped from me while I held it back,
With a nap the voice of the farmer's caller awoke me,

11. Wakefulness steals from us what it brought over to us,
Misfortune upon misfortune from every generous partner,

12. So we are in sleep and in wakefulness,
Between approaching them and retreating,

13. And in a situation, if it were not for the encounter,
My companion and the arranger of the headscarf would have met,

14. I said to the moles and pores of blessedness,
Smiling and pores of salt,

15. Which of the two is more beautiful in appearance, I wonder?
He said: I don't know, every pore is beautiful,

16. How is my return to love after I took it off,
Like taking off a garment and it fell?

17. And the night of youth answered my inner self,
Every gloomy night has a bright morning,

18. So the whites dazzled my sight,
Blinking away from me, and they were earnest,

19. Whoever loved you for something past,
Once it passed he turned away from you and left,

20. And it revealed to him what her travel had hidden,
So she said: Burn me and discard me!

21. So the string of tears in her mouth dissolved,
And the wine was mixed with flowing saliva,

22. And my determination does not go away if she knew,
A lover, and no soft word persuades her,

23. If she knew that chastity in secretiveness,
She would say: In decency you have not moaned!

24. I nearly begged rain except my downpour,
Surely the valleys against my will are barren,

25. The glory whose water always bubbled,
Trickling above the brim of the bowl,

26. For every habitual striker of the enemy,
From above the habitual - a strike of the fighter,

27. And death with its mouth wide open for him,
A gaze above a gaze alert,

28. He penetrates with the spears of the slim sword,
As if they were tongues among the wounds,

29. He wears glory upon himself,
And he may allow blame where it is not allowed,

30. And an ignorant, confusing its ways,
As if they were dotted lines,

31. A man with breasts like desert expanses makes me happy,
As if our idols were harsh springs and jugs,

32. Until after the long journey we met,
At the grin of the perfect - the face of the morning,

33. So my companion said to me: start the conversation!
I said: No, but it is the full moon of tolerance,

34. It warns you of misery - so announce its good news -
The terminators of misery are silent outcriers,

35. Difficult to refuse the soul, easy to bestow,
Surely, glory is hardship in tolerance,

36. Does the young man whose life -
In blasphemy and Islam - is the life of fighter, accept injustice?

37. The crowns remember his fathers through him,
And those features of salt,

38. When she sees him, a shudder stirs her,
As if in every crown there is a wing,

39. Do you see the crowns better than him,
From full moon to fuller moon fully?

40. He concludes what his forefathers commenced,
And for the sublime, a conclusion and commencement,

41. Time has done justice by elevating him,
And everything in time is outright injustice,

42. And people agreed on his merit,
Then differed - so there is no agreement,

43. I have honored my soul by praising him,
So the reward of praise has hastened,

44. When he reined generosity in his palm,
He called in his loudest voice: no escape!

45. In his palm he brings life, and from his palm,
I will be resurrected if the decree of death comes,

46. Distracted, with exhaustion from his glory, no rest,
He aspires from one glory to another -

47. May his glory last and the aspiration last,
In an army from his same opinion, his banner -

48. If war knew how to flee it would flee,
It defeats whoever rivals the best souls,

49. Well-spoken bodies and honest features,
One may defeat a thousand with his scheme,

50. And not defeat them with weapons,
And for the enemy are ranks in enmity -

51. Opinion, then guile, then struggle,
And after war there is no further aim,

52. These are fortunes like casting lots,
And at the retreat of the enemy, he does not care -

53. Whether awe-inspiring, so let it devour O mother of commotion!
Guardian of the kingdom, so he became protected,

54. After almost being violated,
So he became a den for the lion of evil,

55. And had been a pasture for the wild beasts,
He makes affairs proper - indeed,

56. Two heads in a crown contrary to rectitude,
Then he recoiled when they disbelieved his effort,

57. For every subservient there is a pliant wing,
With clouds from which his enemies grow,

58. And his enviers in all directions,
And merit is envied, and he attained it,

59. So his envier is not to be blamed,
How many deficient ones have conveyed about a superior one -

60. Indicating a generous house is barking,
And whoever saw the crown of glory on

61. The split head of a lion above the wing of success,
He has attained with the pens what spears,

62. Fell short or were too short to reach,
Like creeping serpents are his pens,

63. For they are shields and lethal poison,
If the vellum touches their edges,

64. It overflows with output and floods,
And it smelled from his fingers oceans -

65. Their pearls are the eloquent words,
The wisdom of your Persian forefathers

66. Clothed with the diction of Quraishi clarity,
He shows it while hiding it,

67. Surely, dew is musk when treasured it diffuses fragrance,
And merit is a full moon - whenever

68. The nights of denial darkened, it increased in illumination,
Say to the children of hopes: Set out! For

69. The winds have blown you in the son of Ali,
With him time has erased its wrongs,

70. Disengaging, and time laughs and then frowns,
O son of Ali - promise me with wealth,

71. Like what you have promised me with forbearance,
A people have flown to the heights, and I have not,

72. Fallen short, but how can I have a wing?
Below the heights is an arduous epic,

73. Its weapon is money while my weapon is moneyless.
It is time for the rain-giver to give freely,

74. And the sea-seeker to be given to,
So submit and live in the loftiness of its star,

75. In the orbit of glory the ally of success,
And remain as you are - for none after this,

76. To one who knows how glory is proposed,
In the glory of ascent, and auspice, and in

77. The shade of good fortune emulating righteousness,
The light of dawn has not split the armor of darkness,

78. And no bird has been called and sings in the nests.