1. The nights fold up knowledge that they will fold us,
So illuminate them with the water of grape and let us drink.

2. And crown our hands with cups of comfort
For our hands were only created for comfort.

3. She stood, gently swaying a delicate body,
Stealing the traits of shyness from its folds to seduce us.

4. Stirring up rosy wine that mixes as
You poured over the rose garden nectar.

5. So I know not if she quenches our thirst, though the scent of musk
Exhales from her, or if she revives us.

6. She has made us masters of the reins of life, pure,
If we lost the kingdom, she would depart from it to console us.

7. The snatcher of the pitcher satisfies and angers us,
Killing us slowly, and bringing us back to life.

8. Shyly her two cheeks blushed from bashfulness,
And she increased in her coquetry to adorn us.

9. It incessantly pecked at the innards of the two gall bladders for us,
Until it was exhausted and wounded.

10. When I saw the eyes of fate glance at us
Mockingly, I was certain that fate sought to destroy us.

11. We proceed and leave behind from our words treasures
Whose fragrances the passing winds steal.

12. And we care not for the criticism of fools, so long as
The intelligent among the people extol us.

13. Many a beauty whose necklaces were not strung
Except so the Fatimids would be praised through her.

14. The inheritors of God's book who bestow upon them
The inheritance of the Prophet despite the enemies.

15. The first to good deeds, their emancipation helps them
When all humankind enslaves them.

16. A people we bless when we remember them out of love,
And curse the wretched people who oppose us.

17. If we count Quraysh in its dwellings,
They are its predators and lionesses.

18. God's praises of them in Ta Ha and Ya Seen make them
Needless of the praises of praising poets.

19. And I do not praise them except to force, through praising them,
The nose of their detractor and opponent to submit to us.

20. A spirit and a fragrance stayed over the grave,
Where al-Husayn who cried "Thirsty" lies buried.

21. It is as if our innards forever fold over embers
Or are stuffed with daggers when we remember him.

22. But no! They did not sever his father's strings,
Rather, by killing him, the religion itself they unraveled.

23. O Family of the Prophet, we found that loving you leads
To God being pleased with us and satisfying us.

24. Thus we address you as nothing but our masters,
And call you nothing but our patrons.

25. And we take such pride in your affection,
Which increases the blackness of the heart by affirming us.

26. As for an enemy of yours whose enmity is concealed,
God casts him from us as he casts arrows at us.

27. The reward of loving you is a stud horse's gallop, so
The expanses of your efforts have become our racecourses.

28. And how can my poetry keep pace with you when mentioning you
Improves the most well-crafted poetry by beautifying it?