1. Is it a full moon that we see, or a handsome beloved,
With his cheeks between my ribs, or a beloved friend?

2. Descended from the family of Full Moon, or related,
And the two eyelids conversers, or born?

3. Alas! His eloquent speech is Arabized,
And the sword of his kohl-lined eyes slaying.

4. My tears did not flow ceaselessly in his love,
Until my heart rested with him, fettered.

5. I call upon swords, polished by his glance,
And when I call his water answers me with an echo.

6. And when I call the son of Ahmed he answers me,
The clouds of dew before the call reaches them.

7. About the flame of Allah’s religion an illuminating attribute shone,
In a horizon, so say the star of sky pelted the enemies.

8. How many times have I shook the hand of a man
Whose morning is filled with joy repeated ten times over.

9. O best of those whose loyalty my hands cling to,
I swear the generous did not close from generosity.

10. O fulfiller of bounties that have become
A support for those who complain of fate and tribulations.

11. Do good with your status my advocate Malik,
Water with your generous hands the pillar of Ahmed.

12. How much comfort I have been granted from comfort
And a hand I have used to help the needy their hands.

13. By Allah, I will not count among the people
News of praise except with you first.

14. And indeed the poetry increased beautifully
With your gift in the times again magnificent.

15. And poetry is like a garden, its beauty pleasing,
Especially if the dew has fallen on it.