1. If his passion returns after separation
Then he has tears kept in store for his lament

2. No blame if the reproacher blames unjustly
Prolonged his youth so his blame prolonged

3. Nothing stirs the covenant of longing but grief
It has settled in my heart, its comforts soothed

4. And I ransom the one who wounded my warriors
With the glances from under his lids, his arrows

5. He revealed to us the clear full moon, his beauty
And the features of the fresh, fragrant branch, his body

6. Eyes that break from greeting, that if they could
His greeting would heal the sickness, the sorrow

7. Though time may have twisted me, still I take refuge
In patience from when his twistedness overcame me

8. With shining resolve in the darkness I make my friend
Its judgments flow in the calamity of my will

9. With it I reap fruits of poetry and cull
What can revive my ambitions, their measure

10. For the reins of the best poems are in my hands
And glory in the prince's grip, its reins

11. The full moon of the eminent, when it appears
Is its light and perfection, like the full moon of the sky

12. And when he smiles and glances, there appear
Lightning flashes, and his clouds pour forth

13. My soul in ransom for Ali most high
For his days have ascended with his sublimity

14. A king befitting praise, overflowing
Like a garden scattering its prose and rhythm

15. He restored beneficence though long its dearth
Green are its plains and thicket, now thriving

16. With his hands he built glories higher than high
Above the stars his domes and tents rising

17. What virtues can be hoped for in one passionately
In love with glory, endless his ardor?

18. His help on the day of bounty or his boldness
On the day of valor, or his thrusting ahead?

19. He marked time with an event so hostile
His resolve and sword in it equal

20. You clarified the path of nobility so its path
Winds guide, their signs timeless staked

21. And you advanced with your might for Islam
With your resolute light its darkness cleared

22. In a stand your swords dyed the ground
With blood of foes, their darkness no more seethed

23. Had the wretched coward not fled for refuge
None but his pigeons had from you been saved

24. Creation desires your life everlasting
As with Spring, lasting desired its features

25. If your hands' generosity were a pouring rain
Its drizzle and downpour would spread everywhere

26. So praise beats upon you like a well-trod path
And glory concludes with you its restraints

27. When one places hopes in you, truthful
His dreams, fulfilled his wishes' realm

28. The prince restored my way of bounty
And with my return, his favors glistened

29. With his attainment I was clothed in dignity
From those who blame his gifts, clouded

30. So I clothed it in brocade of brilliant praise
Beautiful its meanings, compact its expression