1. Your eyes have been deprived of sleep
Lightning flashed in a charming eyelid

2. Pearls of your sparkling smile
Water the instruments of melodies

3. Days of curly hair and smooth skin
Tinkling in her plump body

4. A simpleton in pretentious clothing
If only the daughter of my father saw

5. The evil of enemies in hatred
My feet hurry and contract

6. The pursuit takes us at night
Cutting through the sands billowing

7. As if anointed with oils
Emerging from the darkness of night

8. Brimming cups of the flowing wine
Casting intoxication and miscarriage

9. Many are the female serpents
Throwing the coils of a creeping viper

10. Bilal, o son of noble lineage
And a lion in ferocious attack

11. A wolf over its peers
Without blemish or gloom

12. You are a man of glorious feats
Like the moon dispelling night's darkness

13. What a fine young man sought after
And God rewards debts with loans

14. An ordeal like severe weakness
In it a cough from diseased lungs

15. Flashing like lightning in bursting clouds
Its clutch laid eggs in destruction

16. Nobly, you left the vacant place
And my choking in painful coughs

17. I rested on the day of clawing and tearing
Away from it with a reprimand for the transgressor

18. And if you see the opponent objecting
Deriving from the excretions of bile

19. Then you, o son of two judges
Determined on the established path

20. With firm steps on solid ground
And an unsevered rope

21. For the opponent at the court of arbitration
You established his cheeks from beating

22. With precise words of clear speech
He who is defiant, God is pleased

23. With you, and whoever was not pleased with your judgment
Has tasted the kohl of distress

24. And whoever complained of the chains' heaviness
Or a boil you opened with acid

25. O son of chiefs, you are no shallow one
From every unruly, deep, gushing fountain

26. Muddy torrents from a bursting spring
That prevents his cheeks from favors

27. The flailing of an unretracted hand
And the incisors of a grinning cat

28. You are the son of every generous master
Bounteous, watering the meadows

29. With an outpouring from the floods
When humbled, the arrogant are not deterred

30. Nor do the honorable recoil from favors
I have never recoiled from dignity

31. And a nature that pardons transgressions
Quenching my thirst at an unwilling spring

32. Nor the one who forcefully demands
I am no patcher of torn hopes