1. To the crescent moon of the state, Al-Hasan the soldier
Every narrator contained beauty and nearness in him

2. Oh, his passing eyelid and his red cheek
My friend Qays and you are Yemeni

3. Oh, his raiding beauty triumphed over the enemy
Even if your two enemies were the moon

4. Oh, his waist without his buttocks
From afar both heavinesses are thrown beneath it

5. If only my poetry described when the waist embraced
And they reconciled on the hilltops

6. Camphor is the body's wealth of beauty
The unaffectionates are not unaffectionate to him

7. May God fulfill, O Camphor, you are the first
No judge shall see a second like you

8. How many lovers, O doe, whose hearts you left
Flying freely like the wings of a good omen

9. Guide of desire, when you glanced you killed it
With the weakest horn in the lowest place

10. Oh, you who my heart and eyes long for
Not for Mansur or Mu'an

11. Why do you care for swords and spears
While your neck is stabbed without teeth