1. A silent quarter that does not understand
While our hearts in its drawing speak

2. If its protector had not been forgiving of clouds
That intended to stain its chastity, tears would have engraved

3. And weeping is pleasing to it, as though
Clouds have cut through it with educated coldness

4. How many nights whose separation you made
Blaming me for connection is difficult

5. Where roughness in it is a form of ingot
That I have tested, so the moon from it is a dirham

6. And my bedmate's generosity rules her estrangement
Her meeting makes the lover miserable and blissful

7. A houri, except that she has inhabited
My heart which her waters have made murky

8. If she were not a garden, then when
The rain of my tears pours, it would not smile

9. O heart, this is her hair and her eyelids
So be patient if the great darkness crawls

10. The sun is not nobler in joy than it, nor
Are the clouds more generous to me when they gather

11. A sea that taught us the traits of praise
So its strands upon it are composed

12. Awake in opinion, you'd think that
All matters are to it unseen knowledge

13. Aim true in deeds, sipping the dew
And the sublime tents where it camps

14. Vast in giving and ferocity when experienced
Like a sword when it pleases then determines

15. It reaps so it dreams after you dwelt with it
That you'd think in its presence you're dreaming

16. Gentle as the threads of a cloud disbanded
So if it poured, the definite decree descended

17. Time spoke of it, and every pride
Is words on the tongue of time engraved

18. Look to its love and gifts you will find
From its two meadows, floods energizing

19. No flaw in it but its overflowing generosity
So money from its breaths hides

20. I have not reached the extent of its efforts, nor
Gathered the glory that does not cease

21. Generosity that the clouds pray behind its prayers
But from incapacity towards it, submit

22. An idol that praises bind its mention
Yet you see it savior in the land and blamed

23. The fragrance of apple it tells like a flower
In the garden, except that it speaks

24. And virtues whose pleasure and pride intended
So it is as honey tasted and chewed

25. From every coursing line, it is as though
Its punctuation is paper it hums on

26. And an ode it knows that it
Has left the poets what they resent

27. And humility like the sun, its light submissive
Yet destiny is loftier than to gain and honor

28. Seek it, O hopeful, you will find through it
Robes of praise opened and embroidered

29. Hope in it, it gives beyond every wish
And minds of men in it wander and dream

30. And if the supplicant calls, you will find it
With opinion piercing and the adversary defeating

31. A pen that for it each wretched day
News runs through its edges with blood

32. The darkness of the soul proclaimed when its
Words declared, I am a slave who comprehends

33. And by its wisdom a hand beneath which
A hand above it never, and a mouth never

34. O son of those whose fame dazzled existence
And height we revere its mention and glorify

35. Honor but crowned with the crescent
Above the sky and with steadfastness camping

36. Your springtime generosity will ransom fruit in its palm
Never sparse or generous as deprived

37. Wretched palm for praise if exhilarated
It is as though for praise displeased

38. You are who my praises took refuge in
Days with no might and none steadfast

39. You enriched me beyond those whom if one praises
They do not rejoice, and if one slanders they feel no pain

40. Take it to you instinctively Arab
It did not attain its purpose, increase of non-Arabs

41. It perplexed Al-Walid for his incapacity for its like
And Muslim turned back from composing rhymes