1. Few are the dear friends who you don’t blame,
And many are the enemies who are your concern,

2. And not far from you a groaning you visit,
And not near, settled, you don’t worry for.

3. Your purifiers in the days are your breath,
When much adversity you face and your frown.

4. Oh, if only between the living his day had not ended,
And the sick his illness had not consumed,

5. And the ground bare as it was clothed,
Or forgave as its marks appeared from the people.

6. So what is this life for one whose stay is wanted,
And death is not failed when its rule comes?

7. My eye experiences in them what hurts it,
And my soul meets from them what saddens it.

8. God quenched a heart between my ribs, its shepherd,
And my heart is not benefited from the water, its entirety.

9. But longing, when reaching the goal,
Either the heart's sorrows pass or its grief.

10. Do the departed not know, and the heart behind them
Holds in a sigh that splits the solid when compressed?

11. That the lightning’s glimmer I don’t perceive,
And the meadow’s breeze I don’t smell?

12. And much glimmer awoke longing with its flash,
And much breeze renewed ardor with its breath.

13. I neglected passion, guarding my reason, though
Passion is guarded in the heart of one whose reason is lost.

14. And the phantom of a beloved disturbed my sleep, his imagination,
And acquainted me with the length of the nights, uniting them.

15. It only visited me to shame
The morning breeze with its fragrance, or expose the night’s darkness.

16. Its tears peered from the corners of my eye,
And almost overflowed if not for ardor, its flow held back.

17. Oh! Can a long lost love return?
Even if at me its esteem multiplied or doubled?

18. Nights I travel in companions of pleasure,
And brain of darkness is evil when its bone is crushed.

19. And I rise on the meadows of horses circling,
Whose chests the wilderness and the highlands made hot.

20. I saw the youth crave wealth and his life
Seems less each day than the day before.

21. The aftermath of a man’s youth is white hair special to him,
Whether a long life or perishing envelops him.

22. Vanguard of white hair, then he meets ruin,
At my head is its kick, and in the heart its wound.

23. I pretend to myself, my pigeon, but really
I dodge a dissident enemy in me, his arrow.

24. A man does not stand, one day, with argument,
When fate arrives, and death his adversary.

25. And it suits one the era succeeds after him
To entrust the land to silence, his confidant.

26. Oh, the wonder of man, and illness behind him,
And the destinies around him, and death his mother!

27. Delighted with his day passing, though it’s his pitfall,
And tasting what nourishes him, though it’s his poison!

28. Coming to us decreed terms we cannot rest at,
And arriving to us from hopes we cannot rest in.

29. To what extent do I block the sword from the neck of an allied tribe,
When among them is one the sword devours his flesh?

30. And I have a lofty of the blood of the belly, its drinking,
And my former glory is from the courage of heart, its taste.

31. I say to a noble tied to me, I knit you with
Willingness the enemies’ seize then break you.

32. So leave a cliff from us God built its elevation,
For God's building will fatigue you its demolition.

33. And of the wonder of days that I am envied,
I am hostile for what obligates affection, its rule.

34. The youth is not who the people's wealth impresses,
But he who the people’s knowledge impresses.

35. The man's traits shine to me before his speaking,
And before my asking of him among the people, his name.

36. The company of disgrace ruined from me a resolute son,
When determined, between his opinions his concern penetrated.

37. And if he changed the heart he carried determination split it,
But poison does not kill kinship, its poison.

38. Shining brightly, not satisfied with weakness his opinion,
Stretching further than the full moon its crescent.

39. When the night discards the day, it travels with it
The intentions of a shining to what it wants.

40. And how much in a little of the noble is a glorious tribe,
When it marched angrily quick striking resolve.

41. A companion in the wars’ trials as though
In the saddlebags of the highlands his mother carried him.

42. When the tribes seek refuge from evil defeat,
The strong-nosed among them smell it out.

43. High houses of glory, like the grandfather his grandfather,
And in the peak like the maternal uncle, his paternal uncle,

44. Frightening dignity of both flanks, his father,
And endowed with the glory of both parents, his wet nurse.

45. So who among the fearful in the nights we console,
And the disheveled between glories we caress?

46. I am a defender the resolve and death drive me
To each night the stars in its darkness dot.

47. My eyes do not infer from the stars in darkness
Misguidance, but like my eyes, their orbit.

48. We tied down with hands of firmness every gentle slope,
And below it the sides of quartz polished smooth.

49. And uncovered, the glance does not cut its expanse,
Nor shrinks from the riders’ eyes, its tear.

50. I imagined the wind’s breeze between its edges
Traveling to my hearing, speech making it deaf.

51. And an army as high as every dune, its lumbering,
And from which every valley containing it withdraws.

52. Their swords snatch the enemies’ gazes,
And fill the tribes’ hearings, their clamor.

53. If traveling morning, its neighing chases the sun,
And if night, its darkness blankets the land.

54. Retreating red from the blood of striking, its whiteness,
And wheeling blond from the blood of stabbing, its darkness.

55. We clashed with it the giant in the depth of his source,
And the head’s cure of the illness was its clash.

56. The regions did not narrow without its loss,
Fleeing, but the slave’s injustice ruined him.

57. My excuse to one who blamed my pact though it advised
Again and again, while my heart is peaceful, not blaming.

58. He sinned when he did not find for me a slip,
And accused me of blame while the sin was his sin.

59. I intended my distance from him without deviation,
To teach me on the day of passion how it tastes.

60. And I was silent to him, not out of singing, but
To make him drink in burning conditions I gathered.

61. Though I fought passion in my heart,
I await the war will bring peace, its harbinger.

62. Do not despair of the forgiving free man, for only
His composure remains when his composure is lost.

63. Will I hope one day to forget you? But only
Your love is the heart’s companion from me and its dream.

64. Contented with my eye a scene you're its prisoner,
And freed with my heart a desire you're its spoils.

65. You’re the youth, no incapable of a merit,
And little of its glories is your allocation.

66. Offend deliberately and gently forgive, so continuing
Reproach if it festers spoils a heart’s notion and delusion.

67. I see the last of the dear as malice that pains me,
And first he praises me though long his blame.

68. Because I accept what his estrangement brought,
And am I anything but the body the heart that withers?