1. He interceded with eloquence for the precarious youth,
And spent the night under a brief tryst.

2. And got a glimpse of the brightness of beauty, and was refreshed
By the twittering of playful youth.

3. Joy is only in the clinking of a bottle,
And life only in the squeaking of a bed.

4. And even if old age comes, I am obsessed
With the shade on the surface of a pond.

5. So good is the water bending around the twist,
With no rain having stirred it.

6. The breeze of spring is pleasant,
As is the glance of similar youth.

7. The drowsiness of an eye out of old age
For the gurgling return or the murmur of conversation.

8. The face of dawn has appeared as if it were
Behind the mask of night the face of a harbinger.

9. A star shone for Thurayya as if it were
The hands of bliss or the meadows of Tabir.

10. A precocious youth in the prime of youth,
Who stood tall with the grandeur of age.

11. He listened to the caller of the dew, hearing the most wonderful
Response from afar, a sheltering answerer.

12. He spent the night as news in him churned,
Perfuming the breath of every night companion.

13. The garden has a secret the morning breeze whispered to us,
Bewitching, distracting from the talk of an expert.

14. Songs sway, shaking amatory verses
Which console every chirping bird.

15. Poetry saddened by zeal
That turns the glance of the jealous without glory.

16. It woos the virgins of high rank, though it
Sees the sea of generosity as the best burial.

17. It forgives without humiliation, the forgiveness of mercy,
Sending, without sin, the veil of the forgiving.

18. It clears the darkness of problems with a mind
Composed of fire that flames and light.

19. When tested between swords and it
It smiles with the smile of joy.

20. From a merciful family where there is no arrogance of status
Nor is the sea of nobility for crossing.

21. Of a people whose innards led them to the best of origins
Who chose the best of backs for their children.

22. You see the frowned smiling through them,
The generosity of hands and smiles of mouths.

23. Jealous of the virginal hands as if
Led from concealment behind the veil.

24. There they are, as nobility desires, their praise not
For flattery, nor their secrets for publication.

25. They melt charmingly though their hearts,
When touched by sorrow, are hearts of rock.

26. You see in them a brightness in generosity
Like the rising of full moons in the shaking of seas.

27. And you walk until nightfall in desolation with them
The intelligence of hearts in the breadth of chests.

28. What hero in his prime when he greeted adventure
With the whitest smiles of a gentle knight.

29. With the longest range of a merciful one who extended
In the yellowish shirt of the short.

30. So good the sight of the king between an effeminate
And a flirt to the equal of the bellwether.

31. The sword cast out adventure, and they were delighted
By the return of ringing and friction.