1. Lean towards the hills and bend your course
Where love calls, for there the quest lies

2. Lead us, Mother of Cities, so we may
Draw near Layla at dawn and come closer

3. Describe for Safa's dwellers my yearning - perhaps
One day they will empathize and quench my thirst

4. Leave hearts to obligatory quarter - they fulfill
Rights whilst entrusting duties e'en when they sleep

5. Stand at the stony grounds - we ask those there
Who set our hearts aflame, burning within

6. Restrain all limbs lest desire hunts them down
For eyes have snares set up that captivate

7. Investigate my heart - if you find naught
Of her, though I'm the guardian, heap earth upon me

8. Incline to Mina's right for there, concealed
In the pilgrim's bosom, lies a secret veiled

9. Bow down in worship on its sands and make
True your dream by the slaughter, drawing near

10. O dwellers of gatherings, by right, all of you
My love wanders lost amongst your valleys branched

11. You thought I wished your torment? Yet your pain
Is sweet to me and tortures me as well

12. You turned my heart to face your love's abode
So it wakes fearful, cautious and foreboding

13. You seized it for your cheeks' sake in revenge
Though innocent, the apple of mine eye, a sinner

14. Your words amaze me - your stars' dawn rising
Is wondrous, but your words are more wondrous still

15. Teeth grow pearls - how strange! And speech molds
Gems - rarer! While hearts are guarded by your arrows' onslaught

16. The knots grow tighter on the lips that stutter, twitter
For love you veil the gazelle and tie the bough

17. Your moons above the crescent shine unveiled
Whilst your suns beneath the full moon set concealed

18. You guarded beauty's lands from love's battalions
Thus sheltering them behind fast shuttered lids

19. Praiseworthy are ruins midst an honored tribe
Where ostriches nest and snake cubs freely play

20. A dwelling whose host's flock is like a starry orbit
Illumed as if by constellations darkly lit

21. I'd sacrifice the highlands' moons for sake of those
Who pitched tents over suns and built lofty abodes

22. And stars of beauty sheltered by crescents
Whose gleam set youthful curls in waves undone

23. A folk whose spears on day of war suffice them
Though but their surplus - they need not ever strike

24. They cast clouds as lightning weapons, mimicking
The flashing bolts, rummaging through heav'nly heights

25. Oh dearest age gone by, no flaw in its aftermath
Except it never recurs, nor comes back again

26. Chaster and gentler than a lover's missives
More tender, more sublime than can be attained

27. To whom does time accustom me to return?
Alas, the vanished ne'er comes back again

28. If time's promise is proven true in earnest
Perhaps it is the morn's first split that lies

29. Amazing is this fickle life that betrays the valiant
Spoils the soul though so beloved and dear

30. No cloud's sprinkling can bring back to life
Without aid of Abul Hussein's downpour

31. A king adorned by his merit's jewel
Triumphant in sublime and noble rank

32. A freeman whose pedigree, when virtues traced
Exhales the Chosen's scent, pristine and pure

33. A birth that if dawn gained its illumination
Would shine eternal, and night would die out

34. Or if its light pierced through the darkest glooms
The auroras would rise to watch with hope

35. Of Haydara's esteemed lineage - they all
Obliged the world to grant and made due binding

36. A folk who are rains when life is missed
And lightning in lands when war descends

37. Bestowers of necklaces when battles rage
And composers of pearls when discoursed they wage

38. Humans molded of dew and grace
Thus their sides bend and slope malleable

39. A lion whose hands brandish a blade aflame
almost makes the deep waters drink of death

40. A river of steel flows gushing forth
Spears and youths' gathered glory from its midst

41. Justice whose nature is like time, passing judgment -
With the sword he degrades whom he wishes raised

42. He rules the throng with the justice of his spear
And glory builds through his conquests long archived

43. The singular nonpareil of this age
If you doubt, ask all humanity, make trial

44. A gathering is not thanked, its perfume sensed
Unless extolled in song by one who sings

45. A sea, when asked to grant, its very pearls
Surface, while the sea's pearls sink below

46. You surpassed the eagle's height - flocks follow you
While dragons glide behind them in your wake

47. A conqueror - if his spears sparked midst the gloom
The doves would sing for him and hawks make plea

48. He smiles unvexed - his wealth weeps come dawn
Yet the sword smiles when fury stirs its wrath

49. Keen in thought, excelling in every art
Adroit and methodical in all affairs

50. Gold paints pale from his generosity
That even solids almost melt away

51. If the sun, no horizon could contain it
Nor West suffice to veil its beaming light

52. Or if life's face gained but a glance of him
No sorrows in it would ever cloud or blight

53. O son of one through whom God is known
And faith made clear, extolled in every tribe

54. None but the wise you kept as comrades
Nor walked beside but those of knowledge full

55. In many a battle, it's as if the dark of night
Were lit by lamps with wicks white as snow

56. At your stand, stars weep and the mouth of doom
Smiles from your blows - cleft, gap-toothed and broken

57. Your swords fell silent, reins held at the ready
As fates bow down and death comes to propose

58. How much have you poured of overflowing pools
Green algae visible upon its surface?

59. You reddened your blade though tempered steel
And strode though armored head to toe

60. Leaving but minarets of heads behind
Where buzzards pray, attentive, watching

61. You rode the eagles followed you though they
But glided after you, pursuing for their share

62. God bless you - what a peerless youth were you!
No glory sought but you attained its heights

63. You, O Ali, made your sword an ascent
And mounted it, though none else could climb it

64. No arrow aimed found greater accuracy
Except when guided by your sight more keen

65. My master - hearing from a loyal devoted
A eulogy whose sincere love refines

66. A praise by which Harut, in its hymnody
Learns magic through its every word and line

67. Its gems relate necklaces while in secret
Their virgins sleep, entirely unpierced

68. So lend an ear but be not fooled by any
Other lightning, for it is surely false

69. Show gratitude for this feast which, but for you
The world would not have repeated, joyed and welcomed

70. And fulfill its fast and feast - exchange
Enmity for finery stripped away