1. The breaths of the fever of Aleppo have greeted
Mingling with the perfume of the meadows a coquette

2. How many nights, O my nights, have you been satisfied
With the hasty steps of the specter as a procrastinator

3. As if your union were wealth in the hand of a young man
Who has nothing in his hands but unripe fruit

4. To the naked I would give charity before being asked
Far be it from a generous steed to be called undutiful

5. As for the grace of Ibn Yahya it is his making
Secretly and openly as has been said, a confectioner

6. Welcome to him whose high procession has appeared
For then hands stretched out from him giving overflowing loyalty

7. I yearn for my family and children to delight them
With the rhythm of my poetry, a butcher and a baker