1. My friend says to me in poetry, rising and falling
The verses pour out their laments

2. And longing oozes into my heart like the sap of palm trees
After sifting and grinding

3. The mill of poetry pleases every dignified gathering
Meter varies, changing

4. The most intricate rhetorical devices weaken in the night like a fence
I knead obscurities into dough

5. And bake rhymes on the griddle of passion and heat
Egyptian, and daughter of plates

6. The love of lambs flows from my nature at times and at times
It inclines towards the suitors

7. And everyone who is infatuated with the rising sun is bound to fail
Nun, and what they inscribe

8. The wounded gazelle, if there is defiance in his nature
That is inferior in beauty

9. And whoever wants the spring to extinguish heat
Take this to heart

10. It is right to respect the station of religion and the sanctity of neighborhood
That the innocent are not harmed

11. This is if there is foolishness. But if there is defiance
He enters with the people of fines

12. I seek God's forgiveness if there is any insolence in my words
For I am of the repentant

13. News of the subtle, all of them, and poetry is like buildings
When they collapse

14. And hope in them is frail, causing bitter anguish
And in literature they are skilled

15. From me greetings to them, without pretense in lightning
Harbingering blessings

16. Or whatever is not a branch swaying beneath the veil
Perplexing the lovers

17. And the sigh of passion extinguished by milk and cucumbers
And ignited by fennel