1. I flee from His good pleasure,
And fall into fires,

2. Beauty is something tempting,
And sorrows have those who pine.

3. Perfect is the work of the Merciful,
Creator of the tall branches,

4. Bearing lote-trees,
The best of which has lote-tree pods,

5. And in its trunk are pomegranates,
My eyes towards it are two springs,

6. And the night for me is two nights,
Woe to my passionate heart,

7. Ensnared by gazelles,
Between the twists so enchanting,

8. And its words the eyelids,
Like what's in the eyelids,

9. And it travels in litters,
Poetry is a tempting rope,

10. And the difference in it is clear,
Like guidance among error,

11. Where is the path of tranquility?
Shall I pursue the mounts of Riyan?

12. In it are naqah and nu'man trees,
And a slender waist thirsty,

13. Eyes disappear in it,
As if it were in the sand dunes,

14. A secret covered by oblivion,
And a slender figure of delight,

15. Soft and in it is twisting,
How strange O slender-waisted!

16. Sweet like sugarcane,
Who will save my infatuated heart?

17. Deprived of my sleep and tooth,
Robbing the sleep of those awake,

18. Solitary in times,
Like Ahmad among people,

19. Judge of judges, helper,
When time passes away,

20. Yes, refuge for those who pine,
Dazzlingly pure and open,

21. From the filth of streams,
No milking or complaint,

22. Exhausted by the eminent,
In generosity and benevolence,

23. Indeed the chief is tired,
For giving me comfort are two seas,

24. And he said against the register,
The clouds frown,

25. Other than that Omnipotent,
So the hanging clouds drizzled,

26. And the lightning is the fire of kindling,
O worker in the bow-curves!

27. Every pillar claims,
Cutting the thread of darkness,

28. So he protected with his armor,
And floated around those domains,

29. And dwelled in the branches of Tuhla,
And call upon the generous awake,

30. From blame the lazy,
And to the destitute hastening,

31. And with praise satisfied,
While towards it hungry,

32. Singing while causing poverty to the beautiful,
Like a sinner in April,

33. His words and clouds,
And his wisdom that of Luqman,

34. And his glory that of Keywan,
Among the stars brought together,

35. None differed in this pair,
And his wealth is declining,

36. His two hands have killed him,
His purses like shrouds,

37. These are his good gifts,
No narrowness in purpose,

38. Surpassing loyalty of the two
lovers,

39. Elders and youth alike,
Like the sea between gulfs,

40. And the lion between two wolves,
The two are equal in horsemanship,

41. Where knowledge is a field,
None run its like in falsehood,

42. And the enemy with it is aggression,
Of a pen in eloquence,

43. Showing the brilliance and proof,
From it the devil flees,

44. Taught by Khefaf,
Fierceness of Hazbar Gouthan,

45. And generosity of a rain-filled cloud,
Whether harsh or soft,

46. And everything is habitual,
Its songbirds like betrayers,

47. And its writing like basil,
And its words like coral,

48. The words of the eloquent Ali,
Not exhausted by minds,

49. Neither humans nor jinn,
Were it not for piety and faith,

50. It would be said about him Quran,
Woe to that man!

51. A man like every man,
Verily, the soft clouds

52. Reward us sometimes,
While your face frowns,

53. Without discrimination,
Always facing Judham,

54. The two bountiful are not equal,
Almost overwhelmed us is that flood,

55. He gives gifts to those who have nothing,
All people are two guests,

56. Their quarrel is that of the weaver,
What is it to you, O eminent one?

57. Gently, for the sake of the degraded,
Yours is the caroled praise,

58. Among the outstanding riders,
Ma'n grows white hair,

59. And Ibn Jad'an becomes bald,
Were it not for your heavy downpour,

60. With which Damascus is adorned,
It would be like some of the towns,

61. No banner or structure,
Though in it are inhabitants,

62. Pasture but not like as-Sa'dan,
Surrounded by as-Sa'dan,

63. Source of purity and declaration,
Not a secret we conceal,

64. A morning that illuminated the cosmos,
The two ages praise him,

65. From the group of eminent figures,
A perfumer of turned up noses,

66. Gathered together as one,
They took the place of the Jinn,

67. Among the brave nobles,
They prospered and the two roots thrived,

68. Vying in glory and whiteness,
Their children and boys,

69. Like stars of astrology,
Their destinies in lands,

70. For which the celestial spheres are walls,
And rivers are neighbors,

71. The thirsty almost climbs
Pegs to reach the clouds,

72. O you who drinks for prices,
From one who knew and knew him well,

73. Praise that adorns the ears,
When time is treacherous,

74. And his face frowns,
Selling ones like me for free,

75. And poetry between the two is
Like the sun between the blind,

76. You have tired of praised embellished,
The garden of the Exalted with universes,

77. With poppies and lilies,
What can the eloquent poet say?

78. Whose companion is luxury,
Serving some youths,

79. Composed about you a diwan,
In every excellent letter,

80. And every verse of well-being,
And congratulated the Feast of Satisfaction,

81. And slaughter your offerings now,
Enemies and a sacrifice,

82. And remain for we all will perish,
Of power and authority,

83. Do not fear opposing groups,
Scheming like foxes,

84. Verily the stars are allies,
For you are the most high and victorious,

85. And for the people is loss,
As long as in it is a scale,