1. Her abode is watered with tears flowing towards the clouds,
Bending the necks of the twisted branches and dry trees.

2. Still the cheeks of roses in it are fresh,
And the lips of orchards bursting with smiles.

3. Seasons where the wind passes by and becomes adorned,
With meadows stirred by the violent winds.

4. Where musk spreads until it guides me,
To its direction from the blowing of the soft winds.

5. When the roots in it become sick, their cooing returns them,
To the mountain peaks, the lament of doves.

6. We stood sadly over the ruins of our abode,
Questioning about it with flowing tears.

7. It reminds us of a bygone happy life,
And a livelihood that passed like confused dreams.

8. Is it that every day, counted among youth,
Its number returns to torture me?

9. While my loving heart, the youth possess it,
And I have of it nothing but the burdens of passion.

10. When it desires, it hurls me into the heat of battle,
But it does not soften with wise counsel.

11. I say to a caravan I escorted one dark night,
When the journey of steeds was unsure.

12. They roam the vast deserts and are guided,
By the cup of worries, turning the turbans.

13. Their armor clothed in the garb of darkness,
Each young man girded with the intent of great feats.

14. When the blind night armored itself,
Its darkness uncovered the bright faced moon.

15. Exposing the hidden stars, as though it was,
A remaining fragment of the unsheathed swords.

16. O you hidden caravan, pass by,
One burdened with love, dusty and bleak.

17. Departing from the basil of life and moving away,
From the cup and the pleasing good wine.

18. Releasing the burden of life reluctantly, returning,
From life, the bouquet of roses, bitter fruits.

19. Spending the night sleepless, lying on the ground,
Unlike one resting, tranquil and asleep.

20. When his eyes descend into the delirium of dawn,
It dispels his sleep and old scars.

21. And tears, whenever patience holds them back,
Stream inwardly between cheeks and eyelids.

22. And if you do not comfort with staying, then help
With a visit between the twisted branches and saplings.

23. And say to my brothers, I see your affection,
Like the affection of the deceitful, or like the shade of clouds.

24. Is it true that I should praise your great deeds,
While you direct to me the strikes of great deeds?

25. And I shield you from the turns of fate,
While you pelt me with strong white blades?

26. My fingers are pruned in defending you,
While your claws have dug into my sanctuaries.

27. And I inspire your respect with guarding you,
While you have wounded between my flanks and neck.

28. I protect your honor and see you,
Want me to be thrown down in humiliation.

29. And I hope for your affection like clouds are hoped for,
Yet you insist on calamities befalling me.

30. I yield to the meteors for your sake,
While you leave me to confront the charging steeds.

31. Yet despite what you have done, I still love you,
By God, with the passion of the well-known storytellers.

32. And whenever my hand falters in an instance,
I do not cease justifying its grip on my principles.

33. I will treat you gently if you approach
My side with outstretched aggressive hands.

34. Were it not for you, humiliation would not subdue me,
Nor would my spring run dry from the attacks of foreigners.

35. Whoever does not want the life of a recluse,
Will meet his foes with reconciliation.

36. Whoever wants to keep the affection of a treacherous brother,
Will find him content only with calamities.

37. Whoever seeks unsullied sincerity in every manner,
I see him suffering the thirst of a lost wanderer.

38. Should I hope for loyalty from you, when before you,
I learned betrayal is inevitable?

39. Should I ask you for morals other than human morals,
As if I am ignorant of the ways of people?

40. Should I seek fidelity from you, bound to it,
Then I seek a sun among destructive stars.

41. Should I wish purity of affection from you, and find with you,
The taste of honey with snakes?

42. I will be forebearing, though my heart is wounded, and be wary,
Of severing the rope of affection before discord.

43. I will pull you by the tail of pardon, perhaps
You would refrain from the evil that brings regret.