1. Slumber carried to me the ghost of his phantom
If only a ghost it were of his incarnations

2. If my embracer, desire would not have surged
If surging were for embracing his likeness

3. We almost fancied being united with a man
Who left us with nothing but memories of his union

4. In a night, time glanced at our delight
In it, in the observing eye of the swooning lover

5. His attributes perfected, so his affability perfected
Likewise the moon's defect at its peak

6. Love lessened in the eye from him, as
The prince finds his cry with independence

7. What does estrangement want from one displaying
To fate, blending his throaty voice with his shadow

8. A petulant lad who defied his reprimanders until
The zephyr blew, whereupon he turned into one of his reprimanders

9. And an enchanter who trapped passion with the course of desire
Between his bright cheek and his mole

10. I asked him for daytime sleep and wakefulness concealed his beauty with its guide
I kept extending it to him until I surely

11. Separated between his guide and his beauty
Until drowsiness fooled around with his body

12. Playfully becoming the essence of its like
I interceded for him with my manliness and took

13. My soul from myself and sold his prohibitions for the lawful
And a taster who thought prolonging would increase

14. My love for him, so I gifted it to his prolonging
If only time would show gratitude, it would not have left

15. My gratitude as I enumerated some of its traits
If only this generosity would show gratitude, it would not have left

16. The prince's gratitude as he became of his house
Abundance is in his bestowal, attaining is in

17. His questioning, and death lies in his haunt
People are from his inquiry, generosity is from

18. His reprimand, and fate is from his workers
Hopes gather from his assets

19. So assets disperse into his hopes
He has such sweetness that if it were distributed to people,

20. The sensible would not increase over the ignorant in it
And he has manners that if they were planets,

21. The Pleiades in their glow would become like its crescent
And his words are more gratifying to the hearing

22. Than the comfort of the busy from their busyness
The generosity of his intuition does not withhold his utterance

23. Its as if his words were from his assets
And as if his resolves and his swords

24. Were created from his determination and his encroachment
Smiling in discourse, you'd reckon he is

25. Veiled for his beauty by his slipper
If fate knew the value of his deed

26. Its events would be tailored to his example
My Indian steel, the antiquity of whose craftsmanship

27. Has made polishing redundant in telling of its sharpmaking
I channeled poetry to you until poems became for it

28. Short pieces eulogizing its lengths
And so whoever trails his train toward the heights

29. Praise sticks to the pages of his train’s edges