1. The days have passed without your company,
So who will intercede for me in love, O daughter of Malik?

2. The phantoms drew near and then withdrew,
Neither did you intend, nor did your phantoms.

3. My innermost being is tightly bound by worries for you -
What can be sought from your indifference?

4. Do I make demands of you each day
Yet they are surrounded by your delays?

5. Jealousy has drawn veils from the antelope
And your father's veil would have sufficed, O noble one.

6. I saw the sun in your cheek, once radiant and once distant
How strange of one so reliant on your ropes.

7. You abandoned me, and the lover gained nothing
I ransom you - abandon me after that!

8. May God grant you a heart that, whenever it turns
To beauty, finds a strong bond.

9. That wards off evil and bends away
From the harm of love - wayward and crooked.

10. Stop and watch for him suffering in the terrible darkness
Following your path, or else in the ashes of your abode.

11. May God water the sides of the abode with bright flowers
In which flowers laughs open-mouthed.

12. As if the dew of the Glorious King made them flourish
And the blossoms of the open country burst into bloom.

13. A king whose wishes outstrip his gifts
Racing the pilgrims towards the sacred rites.

14. He has a nature that counts praise of him
If you count the interwoven flowers of the stars.

15. On earth are news and traces of him
Flying through the heavens amidst the angels.

16. His views and swords protected the earth
With every shining point in the gloom of battles.

17. And he calmed it, so that if he wished, no hand would touch
The branches of the mimosa beneath the pounding winds.

18. And when the Glorious King made his view prevail
His far-reaching shadow and the light of realms prevailed.

19. August in rule, munificent in gift, outpacing the lofty,
Resplendent in state, revealing the night of battles.

20. He assumed control when the greatest rulers were helpless
And he was generous, so we said: Shame on the platforms!

21. Al-ʿĀfūn shared his wealth with him
Yet has no share in his glory or partnership.

22. Noble, he is ashamed of words and deeds
And accepts only genuine, untarnished pearls.

23. The heels of the bows are a wonder in his presence
Watered by his bounty's dew above your stature.

24. When the King shakes a cultivated heel amongst them
What a heel to be blessed!

25. And when he hauls their heads towards the frontiers
The skulls of the enemies are stripped bare.

26. By his hand are pens of knowledge
That unravel the minds of men, unraveling you.

27. As if their meanings were coquettish girls
Frolicking over the embroidery above your couch.

28. As if the whiteness of the pages amidst their lines
Were his hands in the folding up of the passing years.

29. O you whose white hands are bestowed with triumph
Over you, despite the passage of time.

30. You looked upon my state with the glance of one departing
In which time had extended its respite towards you.

31. So without you my eulogy is inadequate
Making up for its deficiencies, just for you.

32. Worry, dismissed for a while, possesses him
Until the approval of the Owner erases the anguish of loss.