1. With your glimmer, O full moon, and the dawn,
And your loose hanging hair and the darkness,

2. And your body, O branch, and the glance from
A delicate, beautiful one, and from a passionate lover,

3. And a forehead set free, whose beauty
Has been judged openly on my serene honesty,

4. Help a passionate lover with the hands of consent,
Who called upon you - take the hand of the lover,

5. For his eyes have grown weary with passion
For this swimming, drowning human,

6. And a tyrannical master punished it
For the great sin of the fleeing sinner,

7. Pouring tears that flowed in the refuge,
Crying for which exhausted the most truthful,

8. And staying up relating my weeping which
Flowed from the truthful Ja'far,

9. And an obstinate drunkard - had he found me
By my life, the excuse of the sinner,

10. With a perfect body but I am miserable
With its view that picks the flowers

11. And a woman went at night in
My wings if only my fluttering heart,

12. So how many fearful Muslims when
The howling of the hyena glanced at them

13. And how many withered in the eyes that
He created with an intoxicating wine for them,

14. So he opens up the eyelids from being shut
And works the hearts from being enclosed,

15. With a cheek and mole on its purity
That pours freely the kiss of the bending,

16. So how many times did I say to the purity, stop again
And again, so it said not even the fleeting,

17. And how many times did I say what is gentleness, it said separation
And swore you will not be tasting,

18. And many a wine that pleased, which
I drank for its good flowing taste,

19. Confined from the veiled people in
The right hand of a veiled shoulder,

20. And a coquette like the wine which
Circulates around its softness,

21. She promenades on the lips constructed in
The beautiful dimples and the shining teeth,

22. The time of shining youth has passed
With a life for us, winning and supreme,

23. And old age came to my sides
To my chastity - far from you be like the spitting,

24. So my eyes in the night clipped
And in the day pouring their tears,

25. And my heart burning with sadness
That came from the sorrow of loss and separation,

26. And from a time after that time
Transgression like its name blocking,

27. Destroying me with harm that separated
Unlike reasoning from the wise,

28. And carried in the land from its events
Specks - a mountain in the sky towering,

29. My teeth in the mouth - how many hitting
And my flesh in worries - how many burning,

30. And my tortured heart with its worries
In my claws - tearing at the heart,

31. Perhaps a friend of a friend in Egypt
Will lighten the burden off my shoulder

32. With a step of the willing advisor to
The sanctuary of precedence and past generosity,

33. So we complain of the deeds of time to its
Master, splitter and mender

34. Upon me swords for the glory of the Most High
And the seal among the people, the pursuing,

35. Glorious of gift and glorious of power
With a drawn sword - through them piercing,

36. To him, from Allah, the mender in existence
Great matters and the preventer,

37. From East and West they hope for him, no
Protector refuses his protection, the knocker

38. So Al-Juwayni finds in the delegation from
Him dew unlike what Al-Malqi found

39. Over many successors he was devoted
With his firm, towering guidance

40. So O aid of the content, when his
Sublimity appeared, and O shame of the confident,

41. So O forger of words, forging swords
Your market shone in fine conditions, O hypocrite

42. Help an exile meeting sorrow
Seeking refuge in your suitable kindness

43. Morning of folds from Damascus which
I served and from Aleppo so join

44. And in Aleppo a payment, content
But its specification - the hands cry "no!"

45. And a family I supported whenever
I turned to myself, the vanishing,

46. Though I am patient -
I have become accustomed to this growing youth

47. So if it is said depart and do not grieve
I despair of their saying depart

48. And the time for me has come from the life
That I go to the mercy of the Creator,

49. And this ancient crescent has not slackened
In creating over it except the beating,

50. May you be sacrificed - lover - you were kind
To his love with the kindness of the elevator

51. You made grow his text after
A time with your flooding burst,

52. And you revived from him and from his words
For whoever sees the glimpse of survival,

53. So how many a martyr, pure
In his beautiful praise, and how many a predecessor

54. And you are the one whose tidings
For a guest and poet travelling were radiant,

55. And you are the one who in pleasures - his value
With a witness speaking of him, not innovating,

56. How many envious, vicious, raving enemies
Below him - the thunderbolt strikes them

57. You rise in the garden of the graceful one
Above the plateau from the palm's adhering,

58. So his eyes are on the plateau where gathered
Uniquely and his feelings in the flowing

59. You solely possessed the field of the Majesty's executioner
And alone you tore in the narrow passage,

60. And you created a secret composition so
There is no thief in your composition,

61. And you distanced with force and inability from
The gardens of your flourishing, towering shelter,

62. So O Tarsi, kiss its sweet fragrance
A thousand times, and O ode embrace

63. And live O son of piety and sublimity
With a true hope of loyalty,

64. And carrier of the knowledge of his miracle
That threw the people's talk into confusion,

65. Your knowledge O Dauh for the aspiring
And your mention O garden for the thirsty.