1. His heart's pillow in his cheeks are his tears
That have long gushed with passion in his ribs

2. Sorrowful, away from home, fleeing them
Sighs return, tears flowing, frightening him

3. He resorts to moans as if starting them
The harsh iron overtakes one tried altogether

4. If joy sneaks into its nooks
Its awning remains shaded by despair hitting it

5. And if a pain whispers of the essence of its clamor
A delicate pain blows at him stinging him

6. His thoughts wandered with him in seas of grief
Until it threw him down deep, losing his way back

7. How many thoughts assaulted him in their fields
Offering him potent poison he kept drinking

8. The memory of his chicks in every spot
Conveying secrets that cut his heart to pieces

9. How many burdens did he bear being away from them
While they grew up nourished, asleep comfortably in their beds

10. Grief persisted until it had mercy on him
And tears flowed until his spout dried up

11. And he who once blamed him now shows mercy
For the worst disabilities have marked him

12. His condition wanders inside him so you see
Traces of what time does to the free

13. His body the days betrayed til it became
Like debris, his mirror and hearing

14. The turns of life plundered his beauty
So injustice is his garb and prison his place

15. He complains to shackles of the pain they cause
So with a moan he replies to his own complaint

16. Oh you who rest while worries do not bother you
Tell me, how can one sleep when shackled is his bed?

17. Or what is the state of one alive but imprisoned
Who looks with a captive’s eye, hoping for glory?

18. Prolonged is his imprisonment in the dungeon’s abyss
And distracted is he from what he once pursued

19. So how many times did he bang his head against the rock?
And how many moans with burning passion petition for him?

20. When did its bracelets return to him fastened
Except with surplus stinginess withholding his release?

21. And which cup of passion did anyone prohibit him
Except with surplus passion I was made to drink?

22. Oh you who travel, say to one who has my life in his hands
Greetings to one I did not bid farewell

23. And ask him in God's name to keep his promise to me
For his pledge is in a place I do not lose

24. And how can he be patient without me or my intimacy?
Or how after my distance from him can he endure?

25. The turns of worldly life scowled for its tenants
So no hand can stop the harms

26. My longing for them is prolonged by separation from them
Since they set out to the farthest places

27. If my body is distant from them, though my heart
Is altogether with them, my father

28. I say though the days have increased their tribulations
And from me they have taken a place they once lifted

29. Perhaps He who nothing makes impossible
Will show kindness one day and unite us again

30. In glory's mete once its amulets have departed
Where the blows of time do not shake its foundation

31. Where the ink pen rebels in chains
And the sword blossoms and is weaned

32. With the eminent guardian, lofty new moon
Whose crescent rises over the horizons

33. It has risen to a lofty pinnacle of glory
Aiming for the utmost it once sought

34. Thus the peaks of the lofty became submissive
To its might and the sky of glory its place

35. At ease asking favors which it grants
So petitioners and hopes flock to its workshop

36. What a blessed intercessor for those whose paths
Narrow before the Caliph, the most exalted he advocates

37.
And every planter of good in the presence of the oppressed

38. Will reap what he once cultivated
So live honored by the days, judging by