1. They said, and you have enslaved my reason, boy
This lover is blameless

2. O branch, O swaying one, O child, O
Killer of this old man, goodbye

3. O garden of moles on his cheek
You are but a beauty mark in Damascus

4. And you, O praiser of Saad the devout
You two are unmatched among people

5. This poetry has the merit of that time
That says, O Bashar, this is a boy

6. If not for you Saad al-Din, the injustice
Of the writers would not have lifted its darkness from us

7. He is still, like the saddlecloth, in supporting him
And Saad is in the mouth of a drinking cup