1. O my teary eyes, be no more my brethren
Now that they have left me, neither weak nor rueful

2. How good was my pact, if my eyelids expose it
Wetting my cheeks not my heart with fires

3. My heart's excuse is not like yours evident
You are free while the heart is the troubled one

4. Far from you to not fulfill O my tears
Loyal and walking, how much you fulfilled to the betrayers

5. And O eye, if you see in people other than them
You are not, O its human, ever a human to me

6. And why do my eyes see people after them
While I lost from me my eyes and helpers

7. Time has folded from me my comrades, loved ones
My family, neighbors, lions and gazelles

8. And whoever used to call obeying God obeying me
Just as disobeying him was disobeying me

9. Of the early foremost ones, to those
Who suit me and follow goodness

10. And how much thousands and thousands used to make me laugh
My time with them, but today makes me cry

11. And how much my time pleased me with it, then saddened me
And blessed me a time with it, then distressed me

12. Nobles who drank the cup of death and decay
Oh, if only the one who quenched their thirst had quenched mine

13. And the hand of decay did not judge them, so it failed
Oh, if only the one who wasted them had wasted me

14. Graves belong to them like stars I am guided
With them to the fire of my heart and passions

15. Despite that I am some of the graves within them
So the dwellers of those graves are my people

16. Their branches withered in the soil while still lush
Oh soil, you did not do justice to the lushness of the branches

17. And the redness of my cheek from crying over them
So my cheek, not the cheek of the beloved, is the sender

18. I passed a stranger among them, not accustomed
To other than them, oh my strangeness among homelands

19. And I returned poor after them, not finding
The like of them, oh my solitude after companions

20. And the world may rebuild others, and perhaps
It did, but clouds on my eyelids

21. And among them a brother of mine who was my spirit and comfort
Just as he was my soul and basil

22. Despite me I buried in him a treasured self
Of mighty status, high standing

23. My brother, but I cracked the soil for him
And laid him between my patience and tranquility

24. Despite me when I stayed and he left
And despite him, how he went and left me

25. I lived harmoniously when he died and I did not die
And I went in clothes while he went in shrouds

26. Oh woe to my heart, how can it house my ribs
And woe to my self, how can it settle my body

27. And how much I attempted killing myself because of you, but faith deterred me
And it made me patient from killing myself, my faith

28. And I fear that I go to Malik (angel)
So his heart would grieve for me at Rizwan (paradise gate)

29. Through him my excess became evident
And since he left me, the lack has become evident to my state

30. And how much I used to frown at him and he would love me
And I would anger him but he would be pleased with me

31. Far from me to forget him as long as the wind blows
And I consider him in his grave not forgetting me

32. And how much I visited his grave, so I saw him
With the eye of my conscience standing welcoming me

33. He almost, when I come to him, hugs me
And holds me back at departure with his forearms

34. So my eye is an eye after a people who are gone from me
And my night after the loved ones is gloomy

35. I hate my life after them, and if I had
The money of Qarun and kingdom of Solomon

36. And I must ride the back of determination
That brings close the distant and sends away the near

37. And I flow like the direction of fate wherever
It flows with a river of aromatic, blossom-filled whiteness

38. In it an aurora from the day of union has departed
Upon it a night of separation has been draped

39. You see an individual of color whose color, when it flows
Comes to you from strange flowing with colors

40. It stops like my hand, obedient if I stop it
And rebels if I let it go like rebellion

41. If I want galloping, I am on the back of a bird
And if I want walking, I am on the back of a horse

42. Nothing drips from its leaks
Despite that it came with the gallop bearing a flood

43. And I rise above highlands like them
As cups rise above it with cups

44. It straightens the winding roads and crushes them
So it gallops in the highest of its expanse with a field

45. And its ear hears what we say to it
With a saying - be it secret or public utterance

46. Perhaps through its saying I gain fortune, it
Went fleeing in publicity from me, loosened

47. And I am fortune's fortune if it was reasonable
Fortune erred that misses me

48. Oh shame of fortune which became an aurora
With vile people it dressed and honored

49. The flukes of people - when it dressed them
In the clothes of men above the limbs of women!

50. They have what they wanted of slender spirits
As we did not want of mighty bodies

51. And I am weighted while they are elevated
Due to their lightness when I sank from heaviness

52. And I do not have a heart envious of their blessings
But of their ascension a heart changing

53. And I know which matter because of it
My time treats me with beauty then maltreats me

54. Because I have protected honor and pillaged riches
And I am the master whose jealousy riles at my hospitality

55. And I am content with praise, I do not hoard riches
So I aspire to the eternal and scorn the fleeting

56. And I am, according to the words of critics, which slow walker
And I am, towards giving vainly, which hastening one

57. And I am, if I met an opponent dialoguing
Falsehood flees from him while my proof shines

58. And if I stood as an orator among my people
Nothing but Wael are around Sahban

59. And I stab with the opinion that is practical
And not every spears-thrower is a stabber

60. And every book of mine pours a battalion
And defeats it before the pouring of the title

61. And through me the star is guided which is used for guidance
And from wonder - how did I guide while confused?

62. And do not be surprised by my penetration, for I
With the sultan of my knowledge, penetrated with my sultan

63. Virtues angered time from them, so it almost
Befell me just as it has passed over me

64. So do not think time turned away from me and its people
I have none with them but stupidity and nonsense

65. And tell the twenty year old girl about you and see
With your eyes the wavering of the forty year old to the pillars

66. And I was not obeying passion in the matter of youth
Let alone now, for my youth has ridden off

67. Oh you, pourer of the wine who provokes me
With frozen water dissolved in it some cane

68. To you - my cup is not my cup, nor is passion
My passion, nor is my intoxication today my intoxication

69. And you and the cup you carried
Are my distraction, but my devil forgot