1. O critic, leave me with passion, for now my heart is filled with youth
Neither is love forbidden, nor is affection a sin

2. Until I find solace from the beloved with harmony
I ransom him, a gazelle who has captivated my heart

3. For love has a beauty that makes me completely besotted
What grace in his slender figure

4. That the branches are shy of his radiance
His stature like the dawn, his spear like a lance

5. His saliva and cheeks like wine and embers
I have not forgotten the cups of wine he offers me

6. In a garden where the breeze makes me comfortable
The garden blossoms like a bride

7. Revealing clothes of different colors
Doves cooing in pairs and three by three

8. Nightingales singing melodies on the branches
Melodies of precious art in their hands

9. Leaves swaying when the boughs dance
The water murmurs gently over pebbles

10. Its streams flow soothingly
Murmuring sadly, pouring out

11. Tears from my eyes and heart in longing for my eminent teacher
My professor who told of Khalil's intelligence

12. And Saad's eloquence and Hassaan's mastery of rhetoric
An ink worthy to be called blessed

13. Deserving to last for ages with kindness
A sign of this time, rather the imam

14. Truly the sultan of all scholars
If interpreting, we say Abu Al-Suood precisely

15. My friends, have you heard any praise
Then bring proof if you claim

16. He has honored me by loving me and bestowing on me
Bounty, overlooking my faults though they be many

17. He gifted me poetry containing Iyas's eloquence
That would make even Suhayb bow and prostrate

18. O sun, though the horizon of your essence is my heart
When our eyes meet, it becomes apparent

19. O embodiment of all perfection, from you we hope
To meet you soon, so Egypt gleams from your presence