1. Visions, are you returning or going?
Or are you with your Master while I slumber?

2. It is not as I thought, an illusion occurred,
So you came to me amidst it with purpose.

3. Return and repeat it, for it would be great
If our breasts pressed, yours supple, mine firm.

4. You found in it, with what it lacks,
Of the cool, scattered, dotted fragments.

5. When its visions envelop us,
It laughs that I praise them.

6. And says, “If we have spent time,
Why does his passion persist?”

7. I cannot deny the merit, perhaps it did
What no other did, nor promised.

8. The eye cannot tell the difference between them,
Both are visions, their union fleeting.

9. O child of palms, wrists bound
On the adorned, pacing camel.

10. Increase my torment, increase your love,
That I remain the most ignorant, hateful lover.

11. You narrated, oh night, her fresh stream,
So repeat her softness to my sleepy eyes.

12. My crying for remembering her was long,
Until you both became one.

13. Why are these stars wandering astray?
As if they are the blind with no guide.

14. Or a group of kings from a region,
Abu Shuja’ upon them, prevailing.

15. If they fled, he would catch them, if they stood
They feared the loss of nobility and ancestry.

16. So they hope for the pardon of the Almighty,
The blessed faced, triumphant, glorious.

17. Safe, even if doves sought refuge in Him,
From an archer or hunter they’d not dread.

18. Even if beasts remembered Him,
No snarer or driver they would fear.

19. Each moment they send news to Him,
Of hosts under His sword, humbled.

20. And of a position in the temptations of Najiya,
Bearing the turban, fastening the crown.

21. O arm with which God gives victory,
O banner that raises the zealous warriors.

22. You rain both death and life together,
While you are neither lightning nor thunder.

23. You gained, and what you gained in the harm of Wahh,
Aberrant what his corrupt view attained.

24. He begins with his plot at his goal,
War itself is the goal of the plotter.

25. What of one who came to fight you,
Who blamed what he chose, had he come as an ally,

26. With no weapon but your protection,
And won victory, turning guided.

27. He contends with fate, who contends with you,
In the darkened, subjugated place.

28. Would that my day were the ruin of their camp,
Without me there, neither witness nor seer.

29. Without an absent one whose successor,
Was the army of his father and noble ancestors.

30. And every sinful miscreant,
Shaken by giant upon giant.

31. Your swords, leaving no space
Between the spiller and spilled blood.

32. When misfortunes appear I call them,
Changing the noon letter with its straying one.

33. When the fortress sees who struck it with them,
It kneels to them, prostrate in its foundation.

34. The catapults in their clamor,
Were but camels led astray by their guide.

35. They ask the people of citadels about a king,
Whom they turned into a lost ostrich.

36. The land feels estranged at his presence,
All deny and disavow him.

37. So neither praiser nor built to protect remains,
Nor builder who enriched or led.

38. So he is enraged at people who were only created,
To anger the enemy and envious.

39. They saw you, when tried, flourishing,
And ate you before your people, the pioneers.

40. Leave the garb for one who actualizes it,
Not all stoic-faced are worshipers.

41. If the Prince did not intend what
You received from him, may he guide him.

42. Dawn disturbs him, he sees with it
No good tidings, as if he has lost.

43. The matter belongs to God, Lord of the striving,
None despair except those who struggle.

44. And the God-fearing, as arrows are shot,
Deflecting from the crouched to the aiming.

45. So I do not mind a killer of my enemies,
Whether he stands or sits.

46. Would that my praise that I compose were ransom,
For one whose praise in it is eternal.

47. Would that it were a eulogy upon the shoulder,
Of a state whose pillar is his father.