1. I was content with love in you, though love is unjust,
And I was angry with determination in you, though determination gives advice.

2. No day of intimacy has passed me by completely gathered,
Nor has any day of separation avoided me completely separated.

3. Oh, how good is what my conscience whispers tenderly
Of affection - if only what has passed were begun again -

4. His face would shine in the darkness of the gathered night,
And the best of kindness is nothing but lanterns.

5. I struggled against my days with the day I would meet him,
So, without him, none of time seemed good.

6. They say to me "Why are you so downcast?"
So I said "For the heart that has migrated."

7. And how often was the door of livelihood closed to me, so I called them
Fingers, with the means of livelihood being their keys.

8. It is as if they did not know his situation has changed
And that eyes are wounded.

9. So I blamed them for what their hearts could not bear,
For wings drooped under their weight.

10. It did not hurt me that the confused babbled in the sea,
Nor did it pain me that the stubborn butted against rocks.

11. Eulogies - when the truth shone above them -
Glistened. Indeed, sincerity in them is eulogies.

12. Were it not for quenching the thirst of the reciters
They would have worn me out, doubting I joke.

13. May you be rewarded well for kindness and its people
For you have realized it while it was fleeing.

14. Do I hope that a cloud will float on clouds?
Or expect that a swimmer will come on the sea?

15. My state would have been improved, though it had been downcast,
And my gratitude would have been too feeble thereafter.

16. Signs of gratitude followed the day you were revealed,
And how many wombs were barren after marriage!

17. Say to the beloved poet that his dawn
Sees what destroys violent times.

18. From us, eulogies have expired for him -
But invectives have not expired from us.

19. So I chaste guarded my thoughts to eulogize him
For my thoughts praise him through my face.

20. I have not forgotten that gentleness though the sea forgets,
Nor the light of that good tiding though life is arid.