1. Longing exposes me neither to tranquility
Nor a whisper that deceives me about dreams

2. And the eve of patience whose hand desire has mutilated
Neither in a passion nor in admiration

3. But in wresting glory from its dwellings
With demands that prevail over days

4. And virtues that remain while their people perish
For all life is an opportunity for doves

5. I would pardon one whose intellect sickens with glory
And sorrows nestle within him

6. O rider whom a she-camel carries
Whose saddlebags cleave through thickets

7. A brown she-camel who thinks her eye is clouded
When the wilderness looked upon her like a raincloud

8. Traveling as though her mount were an apprentice
Who learned the disposition of violent winds in attacking

9. Greet in peace, O youth from whom
My eyes conceal awe with their glance and greeting

10. A polished sword its scabbard has sheathed
Unsheathe it, it remains wet from foes

11. It harms him not to be drawn, nor has it gained
Rust to liken its blade to gravel

12. If you are absent from us then hearts are present
Wherever you are, the caprices of illusions

13. And our souls are sick clinging through you
To a means to purify them of illnesses

14. O you who possess the attribute of one offering consolation
Whose conscience is attached to every passion

15. When I remembered you, my heart returned to its longing
So I wept about it with the tears of pens

16. You left me a crop so I looked but
That deceit grew to the sky

17. How much praise is mine in your exaltation as though
It invents from the nature of the gathering cloud

18. The land has insisted to me from its edges
And adorned itself with the garments of darkness

19. And I knew it as green, how did I find it
I saw in it a theater for thorn-bushes

20. I complain and conceal some of what I possess
So I refrain from complaining about annihilation

21. And if I obtain the wished-for virtues
I consider sustenance and allotments trivial

22. To you came a hand of one in need reciting poetry
And it is the ship to him for benefaction

23. So recognize for him what of my poetry has died by it
For he has come to you with sanctity and resolve