The origin of the French settlement, and I took care to translate it in the year 1242, and brought it out from the darkness of disbelief to the light of Islam, said its owner, and its composition by the poor servant.

My situation has increased my distress, and my wealth is in the lute and melodies. In the name of my Lord and the noble lords, and I have drunk the sorrow of the beautiful ones. * And by my happiness, the redeemed one of that time.

My intention is to hear my singing, and her glance threw fire into my heart. So my poetry became my guide, and appeared from his sense in solitude. * It guides those of understanding and knowledge.

The pain burned her heart as if it were burning, and the sharp ones were boiling with longing. So she longed for the embrace of the longing one, and the usual talk of the longing one. * So she scattered for me, so that the branch might be seen in stature.

The ear is healed by the delicate singing, and listen, my brother, to the voice of the second. O my companion, by God, do you not see me? I have revived the poetry of Ibn Hani. * After he had rested in the grave.

And after this, a verse that accuses the poet of shedding blood and his companions, so he said: He revived me and shamed me, and it became in me. I sing of my love for the beautiful. In the soft flow of the river, like a shy gazelle. And I begin. And I. * I do not see this as more beneficial for virtues.

Is my entire life barren for me? Or do I have upright consequences? Rather, it is led by obedience to desire. * Are these blameworthy practices? I followed its jest and rejected it greatly.