1. The beloved's sorrow is dear, whose malady is longing eyes,
Shy with it, past lovers died before,

2. So whoever wants, let him look at me, for my sight,
Is a warner to him who thought love is easy,

3. It is but a moment after a moment,
When it settles in his heart, reason departs,

4. Her love flowed in my veins and joints,
So I became, busy with her from all busyness,

5. And sickness left no hair in my body,
Except it had an effect above it,

6. When they blamed her, I replied gently,
My love, my heart and my beauty, my perfection,

7. As if a guardian from you blocked my hearing,
From blame, so that no blame enters it,

8. As if the pillows of night were in love with my eyelids,
So between them in every estrangement, there is a union for us,

9. I love her whom the full moon resembles,
And complain to Him Whom no likeness can depict,

10. To the One of the world, the son of Mohammed,
The brave whose merit after God is the greatest,

11. To the sweet fruit, to whom Qahtan,
Had branches and Hood had origin,

12. To a master, if Allah gave glad tidings to a nation,
With other than a prophet, the messengers would have given us glad tidings of him,

13. To the catcher of souls and the fierce warrior whom,
Horses and men tell of his firm standing,

14. To the Lord of assets, whenever He willed,
His unity gathered in His dispersion for highness,

15. A protector, when his sword left its sheath,
And you saw it, you wouldn't know which of them is the blade,

16. I saw the son of mother of death, if his might,
Prevailed among the people of earth, lineage would be severed,

17. Upon a swimmer, the waves of death lashed his chest,
As if the arrows in his chest were just a test,

18. And how many eyes of warriors stared at his fight,
They did not refrain except while the eyeliner was their kohl,

19. When told to be gentle, he said there is room for forbearance,
And the youth's forbearance in improper place is ignorance,

20. If he did not restrain himself, he would carry his forbearance,
From earth, so it would collapse, and the load would bring it down,

21. Hopes went far from every purpose,
And the paths narrowed except to your door,

22. And the caller called upon those sleeping away from journeying,
So he made them rise, for stinginess had perished,

23. And the gifts of his palm precluded his promise,
So he has no fulfilling a promise or procrastination,

24. Enumerating them is harder than returning the absent,
And counting them easier than drops and sand,

25. Days do not blame those whose feet in every calamity,
Are their crown during adversities,

26. No purpose prevailed which he wanted,
Unless it was like him in it,

27. It sufficed you pride and glory that you are one of them,
And an era that you became one of its people,

28. Woe to a soul who plotted any deceit against you,
And good tidings to an eye that does not lack an hour with you,

29. No poor man brightened by your lightning remained in need,
And no countries for which you are the torrential rain are without,