1. I wept at night in anguish while she smiled,
Until my scattered tears matched her organized grin.

2. A teardrop answering the joy of her smile,
Like a meadow laughing where rain harmonizes.

3. O heart! How many songs have made you overflow,
Beyond the instant of her sickly glances.

4. She's a gazelle in the valley that wards off
The lion of bravery, by her name she defends.

5. My home is devoid of love for her, and so
My eyelids - now no dreams or sleep I comprehend.

6. I have neglected sins I never hid,
Nor did shame ever run on my cheek.

7. As though wine was not forbidden, but forbade
Itself from mimicking the red of lips.

8. I did not tremble like leaves whose frost has shed,
Except that clouds fell from my eyelids instead.

9. My heart's misguidance in loving her
Was a path unseen, no guide and no knowledge ahead.

10. It solaces my agony, though my words are all love poems,
And it awakes while my heart is filled with pain.

11. For love, though blamed, is to me
Like generosity was to the son of Mudar unfurled.

12. Until when I humbled myself before the Judge of judges
With praise - enlightened thoughts and eloquent tongue.

13. The wilderness and gusts took notice,
And all people and nobles gathered.

14. Ink that exceeded the bounds of praise in honor,
Like dawn whose flaws cannot be spoken or maligned.

15. Yet it is but scents from his praises
That almost revive the traces left behind.

16. I extol his worries for the noble ones, though the poets failed
And said this is destiny carved out.

17. They pretended to emulate the work of his hands -
Oh time, how much effort hides what's concealed!

18. Time passes, and his pursuit of glory never fails,
I have always walked with him a step ahead.

19. He sought the farthest regions until he attained them and went on.
Blessed is God - what aspirations can achieve!

20. Misfortune never turns him back,
Nor does regret roam his thoughts.

21. Each day his generosity calls out his comfort:
This is the youth of dew, not what old age has claimed!

22. With his protectiveness he warded off every quandary,
Reverence for the sanctuary - you know it's inviolate.

23. And his hands have shown the finest loyalty, so he never
Broke a pact - like the star - upholding its watch.

24. Happy are those whose concerns for the people they rule
Are blessings, and for those hostile to them, wrath.

25. Glory is dispersed among the living from old,
While glory in prevailing over nobles coalesces.

26. Vanquishing opponents, while the heat of war burns,
Feeding the hungry, while the barrenness of famine consumes.

27. Standing tall at the constellation that is the house of elevation,
While the stars strive for its melody and take.

28. The edges of his hands reached every splendid rising star,
The banners entrusted the most reddened palms.

29. They went on, while Ahmed's glorious future meets him
Like a meadow turns when the rain flows.

30. O granter of bounty, after it what gift?
Why this from you - no fatigue or boredom?

31. And a displayer of me in an age that roils me,
As though I'm but a letter assimilated in it.

32. Thanks for your grace - never did empowered sing praise,
Nor the clouds of heavy rain gather.

33. May God bless you - how sweet is his concealment
Among the people, if the scent of musk were concealed!

34. Faithful - though the envious warned of rage
That they see him, but when they did, they were blinded.

35. Oftentimes as the days dazzled,
Today between us peace is flung.

36. You're a youth I'm fonder of than my own hopes,
Wealth wanes while these words endure.

37. Oh you who sought glory, by God you haven't attained
A fraction of your striving, not even the Arabs or non-Arabs!

38. And enviers whose guts boil with hatred
As if churned by the hands of sorrows.

39. I mock their irritation with praise of you,
Vexing them like the pain of scorpions' stings.

40. I love you for the honor you have reserved,
When choosing between deeds and manner.

41. No increase in a slanderer's words but good praise,
Like ambergris where embers kindle.

42. Far be it you be faced with disgrace,
Or blamed for your actions.

43. They told me but I did not believe what they recounted,
And they purported but I did not verify what they claimed.

44. So let your glory exalt while they are debased,
And let your view shine while they sin.

45. As for Syria - you have enriched its pursuer
Until hills and meadows complained of you.

46. Were it not for you, nothing of blessings would remain
For the worshippers circling it, holding firm.

47. Take it as a bride and an untouched girl whose night
Is spilling laughter as she sniffs its perfume.

48. Were it not for your hands no grasp would cling to hope,
Nor would any mouth open to praise me.

49. A sort of poetry none but you are called to,
For praise belongs only to the highly-prized.

50. Thirsty mouths rushed to its kissing,
As though each letter smiled in it.

51. So God blessed the wellness you brought it,
And the fearful in its ruins cling to you.

52. Four will thank you from me:
A soul, a spirit, growing flesh, and blood!