1. I conceal my sorrow, yet my tongue of tears speaks out,
And I see the tears turning towards me, so I am tempted.

2. And they continue to count my sighs as my tears,
So my tears change colors like their promises.

3. By her who resides in my imagination,
And traveled, so the lodger traveled with her.

4. I have a debt to meet her at the appointed time,
Even though my heart is pledged to her.

5. She reveals pearls, eloquence and smiles,
As if her mouth is a mine of pearls.

6. And a friend blames me in her, not knowing
Whether it is the sun or that beauty who is more adorned.

7. O you who blame me, look at the beauty of this one and that,
And ward off your blame with she who is most excellent.

8. How can I have patience from Saada and her beauty,
As superiority lies in the supported victorious king.

9. A king whose glory is firmly established
In the era of greatness, yet he is varied in his nobility.

10. While he sees the sea of knowledge, behold,
The sea of light, so his conversation is refined.

11. The generous ones of early times withdrew,
And his days came, as if they had not withdrawn.

12. If not for his generosity and our praise,
No wealth would be measured, nor words weighed.

13. Whence do hopes have the like of his abode,
The meadows are spacious, and the clouds submissive?

14. An excellent refuge for one who seeks his shade
From the evil feared and fortified against.

15. Take from his heights the rumors of calamity,
For their talk of his tranquility murmurs.

16. The slain by his sword - his slain
In the air between ribs is buried.

17. And his actions matched his chastity,
So the bag is made fat and the purse fattened.

18. Generosity like the flood of torrents, except
There is no withholder of irrigation or stainer.

19. And a superiority by which the envious die of regret,
As if wrapped in his clothes like a shroud.

20. No harm would have touched his envious mob,
Had they understood the secret of God in him and submitted.

21. God ordained in destiny that they
Contend, while he rules.

22. O son of kings, if a quarrelsome man invites them,
They become submissive, but if you invite them to descent, they become turbulent.

23. A lineage like the blade of a spear except
With praise, there is no blemish in it.

24. By God, may your world last, it is the world
That was miserable for the ungrateful, and the secret of the faithful.

25. The pillars of the Most High were constructed with Ishmael,
So hopes turn to him and depend on him.

26. The dew of the son of Ali called out every affection
Until the Shia and the Sunni became equal.

27. So let the praiser be excused in him, for they
Have despaired of reaching even the lowest praise.

28. The talents despaired of reaching his attributes
And the tongues concealed themselves behind the lips.