1. The caravan visited while farewells or peace prevailed,
As the full moon rose and darkness could not deter its light,

2. Between a group praying and others led astray,
Like a flock of ostriches not to be reined,

3. Their encampments were visited only by passion,
They changed abodes so when they descended into the heart they settled,

4. O my friend serve me the era of fervor has fallen ill,
Describe for me the caravan’s castle and assign the night its dwelling,

5. With ruins they spurred on the army like the running of ostriches,
So there was a roar, a lament, clamor, and distress,

6. And longing - where is longing? It has truly transgressed,
Will there be descent upon a group and tents upon the hillside?

7. O gazelle of sadness - if only upon sadness there was a turban,
I envy the necklace around your neck though it is binding,

8. I bite my palm if your soft forearms bedecked,
I am jealous if the day passes over your veil,

9. I exposed my heart the first of war is talk,
I made the heart a target so arrows in it became plentiful,

10. Who can cure the illness of your suspicions while the illness is incurable?
O savior of creation, your days are nightfall,

11. Clear deceptions and time is darkness,
You are to the world and religion a holder and system,

12. Splendor, illumination, relief, and pillar,
Your enemies when the bridle led them,

13. And they saw the path of glory is difficult and trying,
They overburdened themselves with the goal until,

14. The camel litter dragged in the sand,
They handed over the burden to return so neither attained rest nor stood,

15. Suppressed - if the rope is binding to the blossoms and the living stand,
Imprisoning the pilgrims with fetters and the free stand,

16. It is no full moon if it wanes or the one most proud of his turban,
A challenger whom the standing trial made toothless,

17. He was of those whom last night’s wine intoxicated,
And he survived the crush of death though death is crushing,

18. Wandering while the bitterness threw him and the water engulfed,
The arrow puller - the feathers had flown from it,

19. Gibberish - the illness made it wander and gibberish is foul,
And to this day its beholder is that darkness,

20. The incapable assumed that cowardice would empty him of worries,
There was filth in his sneeze and dirt in his snot,

21. Do you suppose the horses’ encounter with the tyrants did not suffice him?
The people's talk is forgetful and the old pact before,

22. Your valley flooded so the torrents flowed and the people slept,
Riding the back of absence, frail and thin,

23. The first and the last are subjects of blame, blame desires them,
The smell of an absent forest reached him, the first of the horse’s scent,

24. O guide of glory, if the generous strayed from glory,
And He who herds at the abode of might while the people wander confused,

25. I have promises and the promise of the unseen is a pact and bridle,
It turned away from me so oh people, has the cloud hoarded?

26. The rain was held back from my land though I see the sky clouding,
Blame rightly lies with my forefathers not with the rain,

27. You roused for my matter but seriousness sleeps,
The people’s reproach is only with wrangles, quarreling,

28. How wondrous, today notified me the swords of my two hands,
Neither are my arms the weakness of senility nor is the sword blunt,

29. The object of blame is my time and your absence today is blameworthy,
O planter, watering - so for this crop are expectations,

30. Your planting is a spring and from the planting are fruits,
Return with what your hands have accustomed me,

31. Then the life of what is beautiful, lasting abode,
Commanding the days willingly serve you, and the people,

32. The destinies are merely your soldiers, and time is your lad.