1. The redness of his cheek augmented my passion
If only the roses of his cheeks were my fortune

2. O blood of the two cheeks! There is no other like you
For the blood of the cheek is made of the blood of hearts

3. My tears made every living thing fertile just as generosity
Pours forth from the minister onto every barren place

4. The minister who truly deserves pride
Whether far from or near to mankind

5. Lavish in generosity and praise, the bounties
Of his hands were distributed in every strange land

6. It was said no city with widespread fame and virtues
Had the attributes of excellent arrangement

7. With beautiful mention and reward it was said
"This is the city of Ibn Khasib"