1. I ask him on the day of parting, how is he?
I seek refuge for you from what little endurance remains

2. The nights of union have passed, except for remembering them
And the beloved of my heart is gone, except for his image

3. With a grieving soul, I used to complain of his indifference
So who can come near me and stay, sharing my indifference?

4. The full moon, if you attribute it to him, is as you see
Brothers, and its two gardens are the sun and musk are its moles

5. Except the moon relates all his qualities
But his light related them and his passing

6. The canals of his kindness left dry and confused
So it was truly its heat and its bonds

7. Take care of a glance that has curls and tresses
It is nothing but his magic and his ropes

8. And beware in love of the blame of one who is far
And say to him in union, how cunning is he!

9. I made faithfulness of covenant the adornment of my qualities
Just as the sons of time adorned their beauty

10. The brother of knowledge and virtues guides his advice
And benefits the supplicant of hope with his bestowal

11. The beautiful greeter fills the eye with joy
And more beautiful than that is his deed

12. He erased barrenness from the face of the wilds with fingers
That show you how the marked one coils

13. Did you not see him, by Allah, extending his life
Passing by the valley, so its sands fold

14. The chief of speakers, his tranquility
And he surpasses the right of the clouds with his left

15. He has a pen, if it speaks it quenches its register
Our hearings or it flows, his registers flow

16. It is forbidden for the enchanted, the magic of his eloquence
When it wanders in capturing minds, its permitted

17. A glorious one roams with it in war and peace
His words and his actions supported

18. Of the Maliki, the tenderness of praise with softness
As if the seas of earth in generosity are his property

19. He increases in humility whenever he gains loftiness
And how many ascenders were bent by his cunning

20. Come forth, O transgressor, to his lofty position
To you, for the matter is not one you can attain

21. To him belongs the sweetness of precious temperament
As the drizzle of clouds descended with its freshness

22. I alighted with his singing, and did not fear mishap
And how could I, when this glory is mine and wealth

23. My lord, the state has extended its hope
To you, and the goal ended with its outcome

24. A seeker called you to discern the means
So no wonder your lofty state rises