1. O disappointment of the free man who
Has not found freedom above the earth

2. Who praises the guile of a hand
That has brought misery to his side

3. The regrets are rebellious until
My sadness has become habitual

4. Gratitude burdens him, he cannot
Endure it, yet yearning is in his eyes

5. And if he complains of poverty, he
Sheds a river of tears from his eyes

6. While people lightly shed tears,
His tears are embers

7. Skillful, yet destiny oppresses him
With adversity, submerging him

8. A stubborn hero
Whose right hand is quick to strike

9. It is I who have sung his name
In verse, celebrating his memory

10. I rose early for the fortune
That I encountered in the night

11. And I began to follow it
From that hour ceaselessly

12. I have endured this fate though
I found no victory over it

13. Because of my sorrow, I prepared
Myself, sharpening my weapons

14. The bow bends, the polished
Arrow is notched and ready

15. Yet I returned with my hopes
Killed, my ambitions taken captive

16. My might is not enough, nor
Are schemes useful against misfortune

17. In this middle state, I have not
Returned successfully, nor defeated

18. Days do not heed my prohibitions
Nor do fates heed my commands

19. I linger in the market of disgrace
Sold, yet unable to buy

20. Amongst those who are worthless,
Yet they have oppressed the noble

21. Pale faces, perhaps
Red brows appear to you

22. At times the nape was sold
And the forearm was a span

23. Sick, without healing, for
The disease of baseness has no cure

24. The dog is clothed in silk
While the hero goes naked

25. Amongst them the free man
Would die of starvation, even if verdant

26. None but the glorious memorial
Of honor is well maintained

27. Brighten the urn, oh my friend
And darken another

28. He is dead, though not in the earth
Rather, in utter disgrace

29. I called his tomb, I have
Visited it many times

30.
Oh heart, you have not

31. Tasted intimacy or delighted in a secret
Oh heart, this is not how

32. You have accustomed me to humility and alienation
How long must I endure sorrows

33. While you do not tire?
Sorrow kills all those

34. Who do not kill sorrow with patience
Why do I not humiliate their small

35. And great with confusion and arrogance?
Why do I not make them taste

36. Estrangement and greet them with estrangement?
Why do I not travel away from them

37. To see what my heart desires openly?
How many sweethearts have turned

38. Away from me, and I have loved others?
I left them - neither the heart is

39. Grieving, nor the eyelids crying
Not all the Nile water or the whole

40. Land of Egypt would suffice
How often on a night have I felt

41. Strange, and dawn rose
How often have I found death sweet

42. When I tasted humiliation bitter

43. How often have I been rebuked
For my pride - yes, I was proud

44. I will walk away willingly -
Perhaps the new crescent will become full

45. I will find sustenance, brothers,
An abode and a long life

46. It will be said in fear: how did
He prosper? We did not see him falter

47. I will rebuild its fallen walls
That times have ruined with dust

48. And restore the place of one of them,
Zayd, and return his life

49.
Either I will establish a dynasty

50. For the king or justify myself
Glory tastes bitter -

51. Do not reckon glory as dates
Aspire and do not let your hopes

52. Defeat you - ease comes after hardship
Fate gathers then divulges -

53. We have seen those days
It is I who lived not until

54. I killed fate openly
And if you hesitate to seek glory

55. Then set out at dawn eagerly
Do not hesitate for this or that

56. Else the easy life becomes rough
My mornings which I worry with

57. Sorrows become yellow
I have not awakened from within

58. Except with worries heavy overnight
And worries are like the howl

59. Of a wolf when dawn breaks white
The youth is enriched by its breeze

60. And clouds like musk and pearls
What are pearls but these clouds?

61. Yet I know pearls more intimately
My poetry in the heavens and in

62. Your cups are a thousand verses
It has praised you - not like

63. The praises for Chosroes
People when alive

64. Worshipped him willingly and by force
And when dead they worshipped

65. Him drunk in the wine cup
The fragrance of his breath, he carries,

66. Is stolen from him - no longer fragrant
In his face there is glad tidings

67. And from his words good news for hearing
I have lodged my poetry in him until

68. Each of its verses has become a palace
Magic is none but looking at him

69. And in his hands I have seen magic
Wine is but water in life

70. Yet becomes a live coal in his hands
He takes from its orchards

71. Roses, basil, and flowers
The branch looks beautiful when clothed

72. And beautiful when bare
My soul yearns for the greenness

73. In his face - and the self is verdant
Alas! My hands will never be rich

74. While his face is richest in beauty
In it I make errors with my love

75. Until it repents and settles
Death is more worthy of the youth