1. O night of union, nay O night of life
You were kind to none save the yearning one in the palace

2. Would that Zayd, by the decree of union with you, had for himself
How long is separation with its other days

3. Would that your star had not shut its litters
Or would that your dawn had not come from the journey

4. Or would that the east had not described in you an ugly brownness
For that description with me is the utmost of gloom

5. Or would that neither of the two easts had smiled
Or would that neither of the two eagles had flown

6. Or would that you were as some said
The night of the blind, so my morning was not expected

7. Or would that all my worries had descended upon the orbits
So you did not get up or travel

8. Or would that your dawn had not startled my slumber
Or would that your sun had not set on my moon

9. Or would that my heart and my glance were under my hands’ control
So I increased in you the darkness of heart and sight

10. Or would that I met my beloved at the charm of eve
And kept it without charm

11. Or would that he for whom I yearned could be ransomed
By the stars' pearls and what the necklaces contain of jewels

12. Or would that you had asked him for help
And he hurried to you with kohl and poetry

13. Or would that my whole life tomorrow became a price
For some of you and some of the blind with defect

14. It was as though when it turned away I pulled it
And the pleat in the east came loose at the back

15. No welcome to a morning that came to me spiritless
From the beginning of a star or the rising of a moon

16. The beloved visited when my ruses said to him
"Visit him," and the slanderers said, "Do not visit"

17. So he came while his steps were slow or hurried
Like his confused heart, in safety or in caution

18. It was as though from lightening his steps
He walked on embers or hurried on needles

19. And he said, when I spoke, "How sweet is your coquetry
Beauty blossomed on his cheeks from its veil"

20. O green of color, from you came a good smell
And you were absent from us, so left no green

21. And he stood to languidly break his eyelids
That are attributed to the houri or attributed to the lovely doe

22. And I stood to ask my heart about its joy
With what it contained, and with me was more knowledge

23. And I spent the night thinking the specter lay with me
Until I returned, badly thinking in my vigil

24. I brought my breast a lesson from an embrace
And when I brought it I did not intend for the breast

25. He almost prevented me, drawing near and touching with his mouth
From weakness of waist or excess from the waist

26. And I went on singing that song from his mouth
And a speaking from him instead of a cup or a lute

27. And I spent the night stealthily stealing breaths from him
Lest the night’s supper return like magic

28. And he passed, my tear preceding him and it following him
Like the torrent escorted in its course by rain

29. I dragged the train of my tears after him, and it became
My equal, dragging trains after traces

30. A life I remembered, then I praised its loftiness
Abdul Rahim made me forget mentioning it

31. My thanks to him like the earth’s thanks for rain
Or the eye’s thanks for sight

32. I entered the Paradise of Eden in life through him
So I do not recite but the last of "The Confederates"

33. And I said, say to days that change,
"Change, O days, my threatened state"

34. And I became distracted, and the safe night covers me
At times with naps, at times with night-talk

35. I kissed the lip of hopes when I attained it
And the lip is beautiful after opening and victory

36. People like me throng in love of him
When he stands conferring kindness without being asked

37. And he extended over them ramparts of his care
So how many surahs of praise in him they recited

38. If I praise him, then praise not fabricated
Rewarding goodness not summarized

39. Or his worth became long, so no worth for the Omnipotent
Or he said pride, so no pride for the proud

40. He became lofty over people in worth and high in years
Until it was said, "This one is not of humans"

41. Among the people are generous, but his stream of generosity
More profitable for them, and the sea is not like the stream

42. It faced dried-up bodies, fruitless
While the branch is best when it faces fruit

43. They pretended while his talents came naturally
Bedouin plainness is sweeter than the refined's sweets

44. They slept while the pride of pride is beneath them
And a hint in the mouth, not a stab in gaps

45. And time extended to him the palm of one excusing
So he extended to time a glance of one scorning

46. He never fooled himself with his worldly life, for his insight
While others fool themselves with the deceptive world

47. For God is an oasis of might which grew a branch
That still produces fruits for the prosperous at full moons

48. Honor through it a branch that has become the place of
Its success for acts of righteousness like flowers

49. That glorious one, though the people relate a likeness
Musk is like clay in colors and forms

50. When he sees the course of days serving him
Thankfulness to God flowed service of Fate

51. The leap of thoughts into dangers carries them
And in danger, the burden for the dangerous is lightened

52. Your outstanding opinion, its resolves are not misguided
By frustration, or brought by decline

53. In his hand is a pen, if you wish, or a destiny
That moves people between benefit and harm

54. From it written lines, and the pages through it
Are like bracelets and little crowns like tiny moons

55. These generosities are no clotting from milk
That clots on your side, O cup or bowl

56. O excellent of mankind, O Able over fate
O you who remove my cautiousness and bring me near

57. Restrain your hands from me, I am a man
Who fears for myself from them, from cutting off

58. Let this year pass, a year all barren
That brought you a life all verdant

59. And you lived a thousand, and I, what excuse do I have
For what I mentioned, for I am the summarizer

60. You are the beloved to my heart and its only one
I saw you among people as my intimate friend

61. My love is true, and others' love is lies
I am lovesick, so ask me for the news

62. And my idea, if aligned with its foolishness
Then water springs sometimes from stone