1. I look at the days, how they recur,
And at glory's peaks, how they increase,

2. And at time smiling and repeating its affection,
So a thirsty man rests, and a dry branch greens.

3. Good fortune shone on the enemy in his rage,
Leaving him fuming in dark redness.

4. The days have brought back their waters of youth,
So life is tender, and the nights dewy.

5. The fortune of glory comes inclining like spear points,
Sucking sweetness in the heights, ever new.

6. And a lofty Ulya for the most glorious Hashim,
Praised by plaits piled upon his head.

7. He has missed what he sought and found what he wanted,
While his opponents in affairs remain seated.

8. Their eyes have grown dim, though they aspired high-
Many lofty, noble deeds, and more.

9. No treaty but the obscuring of dark confusion
And the pillars of misguidance tottering.

10. He despairs and is wounded, but wounding is resolve,
Hardened, and its pain eased by dew and munificence.

11. Power and pardon assail his enemy forever,
And a true promise and threat.

12. For which treason have you shot at a lion
Whom destinies and virtues protect?

13. Your arrows have gone astray and left their mark,
One to the heart of the enemy direct.

14. They envied you when your endeavor passed their endeavor
Heights their rancor could not appease.

15. And they saw its intimations gleaming and its wind
Blowing, and its abundant clouds raining down freely.

16. Time hurried them to you, and grudges
Were smashed in breasts, dark and brooding.

17. And they came back, partisans, to you, and behind them
The violence of contention, leaving hearts dejected.

18. So pardon, and some of them will attain your pardon,
What wrath cannot attain, though it be iron.

19. And beware the corruption of punishment, now
Its signals fill the eyes, lightning and thunder.

20. And take advantage of an abounding amnesty
That approaches, and clemency that still returns.

21. The lion's fury is finer in the youth
Than the master being seen tyrannical.

22. The desired plaits are only less than
The plaits the newborn desires.

23. So if the two coincide, the spears are broken,
If victor, and the deep-rooted shaken.

24. The finest thing the men have tested with its limit
Is a towering, long-lasting glory.

25. Now the mounts are freed, and the hollow of futilities
Is opened for their path to burn.

26. And the Sacred House glows with ease
Since its perfection, they say, will return.

27. And there is wakeful resolve against wrongs and injustice,
And the shade of an extended trust.

28. Thanks for your great boons, which have never
Ceased to increase upon me what is increased.

29. You have favored me until the enemies realized
That I cherish the heights and cling to them as creed.

30. And you left my enviers with their twisted ribs,
Bent, full of spite, and blind.

31. So I will thank you as long as my words still
vie—

32. Scattered lines, hard for enemies and poems.
Gratitude is the most precious thing I have found,

33. And the youth's only hope is the acceptance of what is offered.