1. O valley of loved ones, you were watered as a valley
And remained watering though you were empty

2. So do not forget the ruins of Dujail and its water
Nor the palms of the monastery if you were a waterer

3. Oh, how many days have I worn its shadows
As the sheath donned the Yemeni sword

4. And I did not forget my moonlike dove in the evening
On its branch, it calls the cooing doves

5. When it flows describing gardens of flowers
Its banks and pouring smoothly on the ground

6. And if the eye penetrated it, it found its rest
The pebbles in it seem to be twinkling stars

7. So longing for you after I almost herded
And abandoned the causes of love and accord

8. And I woke up with speckled gray hair
Sprinkled on me, though I concealed what was not hidden

9. And youth almost covered me with its wing
But it has deviated from my head leaving the past

10. The prime of life is gone so it's gone
And I've been angered by the dispositions of a world I was once pleased with

11. And I did not attain what God has forbidden in love
Nor did I abandon what God has left remaining

12. When the eye of a flirtatious one walked on me
It does not look beyond me to who's behind me

13. So my critic leave me and my affairs and do not be
Harsh regarding who I love and leave me to what's in me

14. And a night the cloak of youth you've torn
With honest lads who never tire of wishes

15. They walked proudly then descended from a barren hill
As the archer disabled the strong bow

16. Do you not know, O my critic, that my right side
Is pastureland in the dew and my left protection

17. And I prepared for war helpers
And the brownish polished swordsman ascended

18. And you must face a death that will meet you on its day
So do not despair of a death which is what it is

19. And a group we watered its land with its blood
And had it been well, we would have accepted well being

20. And we trampled them with striking and stabbing
Killing grudges then bringing glories to life

21. Take your share of our good for our evil
With evil only increases persistence

22. So we laid out for you from us an affectionate wing
While you for a time crouch the lowlands

23. I think you are from the firewood of night, its
Ropes gathered scorpions and snakes