1. Where is the shy gazelle after your abode, O dwellings?
My state has become clear to the herd, so why did the delayer stay?

2. Who would bring back the slain lover of love, if only the killer returned to him,
The arrows wound him, and he hopes the archer will come back.

3. That vanished youth was ushered out with pouring tears,
Substitutes and replacements did not please me after him.

4. It would not have harmed the days if whiteness had cleaved to them,
The days of every lover are few.

5. A shadow, no matter how long it remains on your cheek, is ephemeral.
With your cheeks he saw what the abstainer loved.

6. And the necklaces took back from you their scattered pearls,
And their murderous eyes sheathed their blades around you.

7. So neither the anklets jingle nor the bracelets tinkle,
And if they promise, know that the delayer is a liar.

8. The promise of the white-haired one to reconnect is a vain lie.
Nights in the house quenched their thirst with pouring chains,

9. Followed by the lamp and the stoppered flasks.
Children of light nurtured by the separating caravans,

10. The hills are clothed and after them the plains are adorned.
As if the king of kings were raining upon it,

11. He is alive, and in life there are examples of his generosity,
The rescuer of every precarious time, if a leaning year bites,

12. The pillar of the world when tremors shake it,
A fierce lion in the night, enemy of daybreak, unvanquished,

13. Bearing burdens that distress defeats, and attaining,
The doer of deeds that the sayer falls short of,

14. The bearer of loads lighter than what the carrier bears,
The leader of regiments led by tribes,

15. In it the sun loses its way, its orbits confused,
Rockets provoked to havoc by rockets

16. A group like the trees of al-Dahna, it has widows,
Whose nobles fear beyond the armor of the fighter

17. As if the ranks of the spears were carried by warriors
Figures borne by rising Scorpios

18. As Al-Dabur returns to them after fleeing
So say to the transgressor led astray by a murderous opinion:

19. “I have embarked upon a plan in which your mother is confused”
It circled heights that disputants fall short of

20. Your grandfather pushed you back from climbing it in disgrace
Its pick was beyond your reach, and the tall summits

21. Can what escapes your gaze, o aspirant, attain?
What a pauser you are, walking where the accomplisher stumbles!

22. The upholding of religion is through the throat of loftiness, combatting
It prevents encroachment, no subjugator or contender

23. Has the son of Wasil not seen himself caught in the snares
It cast him in a current of masses that has no coasts

24. So his ascension by the female oryxes took flight
Did the torn-skinned one escape them, for him there are cures

25. Shame on his neck from his blood there are burdens
He descends the descent of the long robe, frayed and torn

26. The fortresses and strongholds spit him out
Connections between them were severed by rods

27. It guided him therein like the tooth guided the working tool
The nobles go where the lowly crawl underneath them

28. And feet are not blameworthy if tools break
He attempted to repel its setting, after so far, o remoteness, what does he attempt,

29. Like one pushing back a torrent in the chest of a mountain, while asking
Until he mounted a steed unrecognized by milestones

30. It seeks no water and homes cannot be folded on it
Its owner has cleverness among people while slumbering at heart

31. Lofty in the eye while mean and lowly in the spirit
A horseman who neither descends lifetimes nor makes descents

32. So rouse the funds of sedition feared for its unpredictability
There lies a cunning hyena and a ravenous wolf

33. Today is early, and tomorrow leadership becomes arduous
And God in it guarantees what you want accomplished

34. If this year belongs to it, then demise has an acceptor
And the cure for disease is that no ruin hastened

35. In every day of your hands, a blessing descends
I distance myself while he in the land seeks me out

36. Like a flashing light from him, and pouring rain
Later mercies including early ones

37. So excellent for me is a son, and excellent the pregnancy
Remain over lifetimes, treading upon the platforms of your descent, o you

38. You have no other home than the house of loftiness after the nights carry you
And convey from Nayrouz what the hopeful conveys from you

39. The nights pass with you and fate is heedless of you
Like the cutting blade passing on its sharpener, and a sharpener comes

40. While it is like the deceiving mirror, cleaving and splitting
O Buwayhids you are the necks and the shoulders

41. In you are the springs of dew and the pregnant clouds
Migrants of days, in your shadows the roots are protected

42. And people are you, and other than you is withering and vanishing
After you there is no hope or use in survival