1. Welcome to the rising of a visitor,
The gloom is illuminated by its brightness.

2. Imagination allowed its arrival,
So it drew near to its enemies.

3. It was staying up drinking wine,
While I was one of its peers.

4. So I got drunk from its glances,
And did without its cups.

5. Whiteness, killing is its habit.
In its remoteness and attendants.

6. So when it comes near with its eyelids,
And when it moves away with its aloofness.

7. Its promise never meets
The day of its loyalty.

8. The sun is one of its beads,
And the moon one of its necks.

9. The dawn over its wraps,
And the night under its gown.

10. A brunette who grows more beautiful
When she inclines to her redness.

11. She stayed while spear tips
Wander around her tent.

12. Death without parting from her,
And death without meeting her.

13. And I certainly passed by her dwellings
After purpose and its ending.

14. With the eye dwelling sadly
On its ruins and traces.

15. So I stood reciting in the surroundings
Her perfect moons and their orbit.

16. And I cried until I almost
Poured from my eyelids their tears.

17. O desolate one whom
Solitude has accustomed to long crying.

18. You left in my heart a soul
That dies of its sickness.

19. My eye longs to see you
While you are in your darkness.

20. So if you are stingy with a glance
That relaxes in the abundance of its gift.

21. It is as if the hand of the Caliph
Flowed with its gift.

22. A king who descends from the Caliphate
In the far reach of its sovereignty.

23. It lost itself in its kingdom,
While the Caliphate did not lose itself through it.

24. Its deputies in the past ages
Were adorned by it.

25. A king whose troops march
While victory is under its banner.

26. So when it writhes in battle,
The enemy is dyed with its blood.

27. Victorious forever like its columns
Against its enemies.

28. That the Caliphate, with the perfection
Of its beauty and splendor,

29. When you ascended its throne
And drew the abundance of its cloak,

30. And you rose up bearing what
You were entrusted with from its burdens.

31. It was lost but the Caliphate did not
See itself lost through you.

32. It returned to the management of an astute
Physician with his remedies.

33. He casts the places of its sores
With his opinion and wisdom.

34. From a group who does not own
The days, reversing its decree.

35. Known for its refusal
Inherited from its fathers.

36. It casts the enemy with windows
Of resolves from its views.

37. No work is approved from an agent
Except with its loyalty.

38. It summons blessings even if
The land despairs of its prayer.

39. Understandings do not grasp
The utmost of its praise and eulogy.

40. By my father Muhammad -
Its branches grew in elevation.

41. The crescent gleaming its dark night
And the sun illuminating its dawn.

42. O joy of glory which
We pray lasts long in survival.

43. The darknesses of missteps were unveiled for us
By its opinion and narration.

44. For you is a serenity that excelled
The youths of life in generosity.

45. You expend generously so the generous one,
Generosity itself, is beneath your love.

46. And a resolve that makes swords yield
To its sharpness and speed.

47. And virtues that testified
To its builder the merit of its structure.

48. And sublime talents and gifts that
The ages fall short of enumerating.

49. You are the savior for a nation
Whose sorrows you relieved.

50. You changed it from the day of its ordeal
To the day of its comfort.

51. You healed so you were the remedy for its
Suffering and protector from its illness.

52. You reached souls from it
That had none left but their bodies.

53. So you remained for the world disseminating
Justice in its corners.

54. A justice that reconciles the discord
Of the wretched and their discontent.

55. Your blessing which prolonged
The abundance of its plenty weakened you.

56. Its dawn with its evening does not
Cease being connected to you.