1. Alas! My state is not like yours
Oh misery! I'm weary of your neglect

2. You never left my mind, though
You never thought of me

3. You threw me into hellfire
So you became, O Rizwan, my tormentor

4. O sun whose promises
Have become like your ropes

5. The sun is closer to one
Like you, yet farther from your ideals

6. Do good with your goodness, O Noble One
And be just in your moderation

7. And if you kill, make peace with the bereaved
Then kill again after that

8. And prevent your chests from my
Fighting, for I am not one of your men

9. You left without knowing
That my heart was in your supplies

10. So search for the fire in which
You will find my heart there

11. My heart and your fire are like your
Cheek in its kindling and your mole

12. No two nights of mine passed
With you, not even a thousand years of your union

13. I have a request, and I insist on it
Despite adversities

14. I complain, but do not blame me for it
By your right over your beauty

15. Sweeter to my heart than your love, your dreams, or your flirtation
My kiss is worth a king who

16. Kings and angels would serve
I left his service, so the

17. Roads of earth abandoned me
And I returned to the lands disturbed

18. And in the neighborhoods, destroyed
O light of Allah's religion, my state

19. With my removal from you is your state
I am in desolation, nothing alleviates

20. The embers of my loss but your shade
I am in darkness, alas no

21. Moon dispels my darkness but your crescent
I am in death from your

22. Absence, with life from your giving
You enriched me before asking

23. So I almost became needless of your questioning
You did not neglect me in your

24. Effort in your jihad and preoccupation
So you wrote for me what made me

25. Above the horizon, a traveler
That book is the safety

26. From abysses and annihilation
So I prostrated when it came to me

27. In thanks for your blessing and your celebration
And I was reverent, O how my heart revered

28. Your station or your words
And you killed my anxiety with your

29. Lines, did your lines come from your struggle?
Killing did not teach sharp

30. Swords but your fighting
And the sword prides itself on your

31. Drawing it, like your spear prides itself on your restraint
Indeed the enemies were killed

32. Like your blades were killed in your blades
And their homes you emptied

33. As if they were a possessed house
It is as if God's victory

34. Became desolate, from your solitude
You remain victorious over transgressions

35. In your firmness or your contention
By God, the full moon is not

36. As perfect as you are in your perfection