1. My wandering to the night of youth was misguidance
While my gray hair is light in the land and beauty

2. Blackness but the whiteness is supremacy
And night but the day is majesty

3. A man before gray hair is nothing but bendable
Repelling while the gray hair of the temples is polishing

4. And a man's dyeing is nothing but a pretense
For one whose temples and sides grayed

5. And for the soul in the weakness of the youngster and his bridling
A bridle to what it desires and restraint

6. I tested friends for a period
So most plentiful thing in a friend is boredom

7. And no flattery by one I love pleased me
Nor did connection by one I love delude me

8. Your friendship with the lowly is nothing but very far
If money is scarce or a condition befalls you

9. And whoever who, if stingy, I would accept
And wish I had a right hand giving loyalty with the left

10. The life leans with me to every desire
And where is the far star from attainment

11. And the hands of adversities rob me of my wealth
And I have from my chastity and contentment wealth

12. When water discourages me and there is heaviness in the heart
I return and my patience for the sick is healing

13. I see all provision but a fill for hunger as dust
And all water to me as saliva

14. And the like of me does not grieve over what misses him
If the consequence of what he attains is evanescence

15. It is as if we were created prone to death
So we hasten to the caller of death

16. We tread lightly over the surface of the earth and its interiors weigh down upon us
When death descends heavily

17. And the turns of days are nothing but incisors
Falling upon our lifespans and cutting edges

18. And more comfortable than us in life are beasts
And firmer than us in dust are mountains

19. I am the man whose honor is not near transgression
And in me the aggressor has no saying against me

20. And honor is nothing but the best limb of a man
It is injured while the sayings of the enemies are arrows

21. Dignified, so if an ignorant man does not protect my right
I asked how the blind could be guided

22. To how far do I walk the lame donkey as if at night
And I entrust it with ambling and pacing

23. I dodge as if I am in the morning a chased one
And I move as if I am in the darkness a specter

24. Our mounts prance with us every difficulty
Light they hide with buttresses and sand hills

25. They slapped their forelocks longing to you
While their feeding lasted and weariness was long

26. Emerging from a night as if behind it
Is the hand of dawn in a sword its sharpness polished

27. Straightening the necks of the meteors, its stars
So no straying is above them

28. And pacing in front of the riding camels maintenance
Having from the skins of the trotting she-camels shoes

29. We traveled on them beautiful like the moon and prominence
And inclined to the wilderness while it was a crescent

30. To you, God's trustee, I described its land
With their trotting the transfer drew near to it

31. The hands of the Commander of the Faithful are many
And the wealth of the Leader of the Faithful is abased

32. And his times which go badly are short
And his days which make happy are long

33. Of the fencers, the resolute, and the horses vie in boast
And if supporters disappear and men are few

34. They are the people - if battles turned away they advanced
And if asked they granted largesse

35. And if the people of gloom were met they sparkled
And if the slender spears inclined they inclined

36. My eyelids, I do not see but imperfect
As if the people are imperfect while you are perfection

37. For us every day in your sublime traits is an issue
And a benefit that does not run out and bestowal

38. And you are the one who let us attain every goal
Above the necks of the stars its range

39. So your promise did not chase favors an hour
Nor from the benefit of your hands did endeavor wane

40. When you speak the deed is second to its utterance
And the best saying is what action follows

41. Remove from me the enemies' greed with a conquest
Where no safety remains but fighting prolongs

42. For the selves of the breakers of pledges are violable
And the blood of traitors is licit

43. And roll up your sleeve for none but you is the sword's helper
Nor if you sat back, the lofty deeds' accomplisher

44. And who do I have on a day of pale dust storm
To attain with the spear tips and attain

45. For you is the blond horse in the air its sun
Having from the disappearances of dust its majesty

46. Destine me to rest while people fall short of me
And an uncle envies me over whom is maternal aunt

47. And do not listen to what an envier says
For most of the enemies' sayings are absurd

48. Joy to you, the new fast, and shades do not cease
Upon you from the delicate life

49. And your generosity the downpour's spring and breezes
Of soft south and north greeted your protection

50. And hope for you did not stop from our hopes and desires
Even if the enemy's household became miserable

51. And in every day for us from you is a pleasure
And for the enemies so calamity and descending

52. I am the saying envied man, few from people
I ascended and none ascends above my saying

53. They say a people took virtue by their precedence
And it did not harm me that I came and they passed

54. No difference between me in speech and them
Except I say and they said

55. So my poetry in you alone always
And none coerced me but to you supplication