1. A ransom for the one deprived of sleep, wandering
Sorrow recurs to him and returns to him

2. When a flash lights up the darkness of night
It shows in his heart where is its fuel

3. And if the morning breeze strings his necklace of sorrow
Its unique beads scatter from the lid of his eyes

4. And if the leaves finish their lesson
Sorrow repeats between his ribs its repeater

5. By my soul, his compassion and his condition
Are the intention, not the appearance of fever and its fuel

6. And the one whose lovers old age whitened in the days of youth
Are the discolorations of love that doesn't call its newborn

7. The clouds erased the drawing of his love song and didn't erase
The drawing of my tears that keeps pouring

8. How often a wine's lip and bubbles
Are equal, and my words and crying and its beads

9. I drank on the roses of bile, which are his cheeks
Unless on its lilies, which are his skin

10. And I woke up my friends with crying in the darkness
Neither did my moonmate cry nor did his lute play

11. Happily with the approach of time, how good
Is the happiness of time with its firmly rooted authority

12. And the lord of bile has marked the water skins
And it dragged over the valley of Damascus its coldness

13. And it returned as if the lute were the most blessed state
For it belongs victory, an inherited righteous testimony

14. Ibn Fadlallah brandishes the whites of the lances
When they brandished in the battlefields their blacks

15. Assistant of the Lord of the property, Lord of writing
As if the feathers of its lines are his soldiers

16. And it runs by the order of the King the pasture of his cows
So good are our masters and their servants

17. And the corners of the fortresses smile happily
With a brilliance that doesn't tire except the envious

18. Happy with compatibility or happy with occasion
So you were happy in every case, its ancient

19. And valiant, but his soldiers are from his lines
And judge, but the meanings are his testimonies

20. Its branch flows from an Umaritic palm tree
Ancient pottery whose new doesn't resemble

21. So which first pottery does he not find?
And which last pottery does he not do?

22. And which position in the height it does not rule?
And which ambition in the land it does not master?

23. I saw Ibn Fadlallah the superior of his time
If you consider his wording and its fortune

24. When the son of Ali and the son of Yahya argue
Say the nimble glory and its renewal

25. It restored through a house of superiority organized
By God a good house that reclaims it

26. And it taught us the making of speech with his praise
And it saved us with righteousness from the heat of an accident

27. In which anyone sheltering melts his ice
I looked at Abul Abbass a looking of a smiling one

28. To the state of a man whom time almost destroyed
And he was in the state of Al Hussein from sheltering

29. To the roses of help and time increases him
So I revived him after the misery, or I erected him

30. While the dust's bran had long covered him
And I purified, O son of Al Majlee, a hidden one

31. The eternity of the young man, praise is his eternity
So towards you from my hastily composed poem praising

32. To you its intention and its poem arrive
They say “Look at the one praised, agreeing with the praiser”

33. So this is the superior of the life and that is its happy one