1. The banner of dawn has been raised
And the night has announced its departure

2. So visit the garden early in the morning
And drink from its dripping cups

3. For the leaves have awakened from slumber
To preach on the pulpit of the meadow

4. Coquetting in eloquent words
Each lamenting its longing

5. And the branch comes back after leaving
To drink from the cups of dew

6. While tears of the clouds flow freely
Through every garden path

7. And the air rejoices in the plains
Playing with the polished sword

8. Rise and seize the joy of souls
Between one light and another

9. Let the dawn intercede for the suns
As they circle between us

10. And awaken your drinking for the cups
Mixed from the saliva of the throats

11. How beautiful is the breeze above the wind
Yellow like the sun in the late morning

12. It leaves the chest feeling carefree
To rest in its folds

13. And leave not the wine of the eyelids
For its intoxication in love is madness

14. And beware of the arrows of eyes
For they herald death

15. I presented myself to the temptations
And every endeavor with them seems trivial

16. I wander aimlessly in the spacious meadow
While my body is sick with love for it

17. If I spent the night in its proximity
I would drink the cure from its saliva

18. I made a date with the ghost for sleep
But who will care for my eyes in sleep?

19. I stay up on the night of the full moon
While you, oh full moon, are complete

20. And I kiss the flowers in concealment
On which your smile has bloomed

21. You went away from the smile of the meadows
And your sweet saliva is a brook

22. Tell me, mistress of the scarf
Is there a way for me to unite?

23. Oh you handsomeness increased in beauty
And desire revolves around you

24. Like a bending branch of acacia
If the time came to pluck your flowers

25. Does not a turn on meaning
Make the branch bloom with turning?

26. You have become blooming at dawn
With that beautiful spectacle

27. And your face is the sun in its rise
If only it did not curve away

28. What are flowers but prose poems
Whose beauty makes necklaces envious

29. For the victorious bright king
Reward the one clothed in good fortune

30. Muhammad of praise and son of victory
And spreader of justice in existence

31. Rivaling the clouds in generosity
With rain from his abundant outpouring

32. And disgracing the moon in brilliance
With a beauty that has no equal

33. Oh you who pours love into hearts
And grants pardon to the impulsive

34. You have triumphed through awe in wars
For awe is better than weapons

35. You have emerged from the world of mysteries
Never failing to win and prosper

36. Marrakesh, plunder of conquest
And its capture was great

37. I give you good news of opening and success
For which thanks are due