1. Had it not been for the magical meanings in its moments
My echoing it would not have lasted long in its verses

2. And had I not stood by the abode calling out
My longing heart behind its chambers

3. A house I knew ecstasy since I came to it
Time of union, oh if only I had not come to it

4. Where the gazelle and flirtatious maidens and gardens
Wherever I looked I grazed in its oases

5. And the breeze gently joyful to the bushes
Like planets in the hands of its water-bearers

6. I do not compose sorrows during its days
Or see a goblet break on its cups

7. How many nights did I give its image prolonged yearning
It nearly moved its cloak by itself

8. So if I cried then these tears are from
That love overflowing from its eyelids

9. What is mine and what is after separation
Its ravens scattered away in their nests

10. And grey hair in my temples drawing crescents
The meaning of death looming in its letters

11. Watering the gardens of youth though they produced
These passions on the hearts of its gardens

12. And for the state of the King al-Mu'ayyad indeed
It gathered the arts of praise after their dispersion

13. A king whose favours return to blessings
Grammarians of generosity overflowed its payments

14. He did not speak except with initiative of gift
And taking praises, here, take this and that

15. Feet hastened to his field so his actions
Judge with victory of the word to its directions

16. He honoured in his field which no bud of
Praise blooms on except its meadows

17. The vegetation of hope grew so look to whom
He appointed from praise, the son of its plants

18. And hurry to the person whom all hearts
Are accustomed to desire for his sake

19. And if the youth attracts hearts they hasten to
The dinar of his rest the steps of its seeds

20. And if the jewels of King al-Mu'ayyad shine
Then bow to what it dictates of its signs

21. A nobility like the example of a star below its example
Bewildered the rain gets lost in its drops

22. It did not suffice to reveal calamities from people
Until he revealed with his knowledge its darkness

23. God has a secret in him, concealed
Its attributes, enumerating falls short of its attributes

24. Do not ask perceptions to enumerate what
Poured unto him, stop enumerating its favors

25. The letters bowed to his mention, so they will never
Manifest the affinities from its indications

26. And the clouds of every cloud gathered
And his gifts flow according to their habits

27. Oh son of kings who publish their house
As lives whitened by the faces of its transmitters

28. Grant the needy to your hands with favour
Since the making of generosity is from its joys

29. And an unresting soul poured to meeting you
Which saw your generosity as the origin of its life

30. We do not blame days however they change
With residents, and you are of its best