1. The dawn roused me, cheeks flushed,
On the playground of beauties, papers of doves.

2. With it the slender waists swayed, Majid,
Trickling on his arms the mist of clouds.

3. When darkness rose, its prose brought out
The treasures of hearts' hidden secrets.

4. It quenched the sand dunes' knots with auspicious rain,
Successive downpours from lofty clouds that deluge.

5. And it milked the deer, a humpbacked lad,
Flowing with the passing wind.

6. And it flirted with the thickets' threads, its air
Stained at the sides, spacious are its smiles.

7. When it rustled amongst the branches, you'd think
It mimicked its twisting, chaotic numbers.

8. When the boughs in it sickened, it let down
Upon them the bracelets with pouring tears.

9. And knights set out at dawn in their mothers' laps
On the mountain passes with tilted turbans.

10. Their care excited by wine makes them rise
To saddle and lance before the talismans.

11. I guided them to the wilderness, though I
Was far from the battle’s confusing campaign.

12. I dispelled with my resolve the tyranny of worries,
Twisting my soul to love's stems.

13. So the obvious scheme did not weaken my throne,
Nor did the darkness of events make me waver.

14. And a land where I shook off glory's burden
As the does shake off their fawns in the thickets.

15. There I stripped the finery of faded glory,
And dressed the cup in robes of rebellion.

16. And the doe of the neck knew that I
Task my hearing with the sighs of censurers.

17. Her limbs adorned, her chest exhales
Provocation of enemies’ livers and skulls.

18. I have no excuse with the exalted, though my swords
Thirst for the visit of the lofty and valiant.

19. Maybe I will find myself in a Roman encampment,
Having filled the age’s hearing with my threats.

20. I will shake the pipes of the lute, pouring
Onto the embers of passion the water of blades.

21. My fingers have been bloodied from vexation with fate,
And does the anguished benefit from biting his nails?

22. Is it not time my enemy walked the
Steps of grand misfortunes in tatters?

23. And I cast him into the dice of wilderness, as though
From them I scared away the heels of calamity.

24. Scowling, they shake off drowsiness at the wine-skins,
When the wine-skins' redness touches the wrists.

25. I see the shock of days a fleeting doze,
And plunging into the sea of death a sleeping swimmer's delusion.

26. Death is but to see the exalted brought low,
Humbled by the schemes of time with a blow.

27. I witnessed tranquility once overwhelm my heart,
Passing through my will and confusing my resolutions.

28. I refrain from it, it having stirred
In my heart age-old anguishes.

29. The track of a passion that nearly erased its features
By the nights' unjust passages, ferocious and obscure.

30. Except that my heart is flexible, igniting with love
Its secrets from its ancient days.

31. I am provoked by the course of time, and rarely
Do the attacks of foreigners influence my will.

32. They knew that when calamities darkened,
I covered the horizons with a GUIDE of darkness.

33. And I am one whose argument burns the foe’s molars
When dawn's feathers are veiled in gloom.

34. I illuminate the hems of darkness and take cover,
So I slip through the knot of pressing distress.

35. And when the peg removes its shade,
I shake the domains of the splendid ship.

36. I never spurned hopes unless I became
For them a burning within joy and barriers.

37. I illuminate the fringes of darkness and take cover,
Slipping through the knot of pressing perils.

38. When the peg casts off its shade,
I shake the realms of the splendid raft.

39. I never refused hopes unless I became
For them ardor amidst joy and obstacles.