1. Urge the red-garbed lions of Sarat,
Who have seized the hearts in captivity with their claws.

2. And offer them the price of tears, hoping
They may ransom them as bribe for their judges.

3. Ask them about the passion's tyranny upon them
Which caused their misery and injustice of rulers.

4. The hearts roamed in his valley, so our souls
Became roaming around in his fields.

5. If their eyes don't make us taste death out of love,
We will sober up from the intoxication of his meadows.

6. His love scatters us as if
The soul of Christ exhales in its breath.

7. A valley whose geniality travels from it
When the caravans depart settling in its regions.

8. If you don't know its land by fortune
Then its sides have flourished with vegetation.

9. In its outskirts the mighty lions cubbed
Among them the young cubs from his forests.

10. By God alive! Its youth resembled in beauty
The twists of their youths from his young women.

11. A place of pride whose spears have doubted
The heights of their horsemen from their horses.

12. A sphere whose dawns are the bosoms, don't you see
The halos around the necks from its glares?

13. The full moons wander under its domes
And its stars shine through its channels.

14. The star of stars, though reaching him is difficult
The least arrival from reaching his mothers.

15. Behind his veils the white wishes, while
The red passings of life are in the pillar of its guards.

16. A sanctuary protected by the wings of eagles
Their claws have injured its eggs.

17. And it made desire set up its idol therein
So beware of the sedition of its alluring one.

18. We don't know which is more agonizing
The glance of the eyelids or the arrows of its archers.

19. Its roses and gardens will suffice you from its flowers
And the cushions of gazelles from its taverns.

20. Ask the moon of night about the companions of its crescent,
Hoping it will guide us to its sisters.

21. If you come, O beautiful with splendor, recite to it
My fluttering heart for its most delightful one.

22. After its mighty sides, why does it
Choose the humiliation of captivity in its flanks?

23. How excellent are those who endure patiently even if
The destinies judged them with its scattered parts.

24. They urged the red garnet and left behind
My transient body, replacing it with his life.

25. Their images disappeared from the precious beloved
If the dream told truly of sacrificing its camels.

26. They copied its elegy since their estrangement,
They wove the lines of tears on its cheeks.

27. If not for the bragging of my pearls between their lips
Ruby would not be cheap from its teardrops.

28. It revived the darkness altogether so its morning boasted,
Dead, so fate cast it with its pits.

29. And passion entered it, bringing out its liver,
So the shedding of tears is evident from its eyelids.

30. It hides its youth, while the red tears
Speak from its breath the concealed passion.

31. The flood of its tears on the day of yearning is equal
To the dew of my glory on the day of its gifts.

32. The pride of authority and highest king
To whom the faces of time bowed at its thresholds.

33. The sword of truth and worker of religion
The firm, its polished blade from its whetstones.

34. The pearly celestial body, the light of the niche
Of the Chosen, rather the lamp of its descendants.

35. A free man indicating the generosity of its lineage
The fragrance of prophecy from the essence of its traits.

36. Generous whom the hand of fate has drawn
Ways to sustenance in its rest.

37. Keen-minded with an intellect which if contemplated
You see the light of God in its lanterns.

38. It follows the backs of creatures with its perception
Seeing the faces of the unseen in its mirror.

39. Jesus of time, healer of the diseases of exaltation
Reviver of the corpses of generosity after its death.

40. My God, what pearls are in its knowledge
Hidden, they slept in the oyster of Euphrates.

41. If the club is fragrant with the beauty of its talk
It's for the good thing its tongue narrates.

42. Devout, he abandons vices, obedient
He disobeys desires for God in his solitude.

43. No worship distracted him from another worship
So his prayers are coupled with his prayers.

44. Ask the beds about his avoidance of worries
And the prayer niche about its tunes.

45. The sinner approaches it for its expected
Forgiveness at anger for its mistakes.

46. Below it all requests, so if it
Asked for the sky, it would lower from its degrees.

47. A tongue that hides with the oral speech, healing
The chests of truth with its strikes.

48. It never said "No" once or was tempted by desire
Never and nor the blame in its vanities.

49. If only the shells of seashell were given
Hearing upon them, they would prefer its words.

50. Or if the beauty of its rhetoric was sold to the stars
They would give their pearls for the circles of its daughters.

51. It inspires speech to the inanimate listening to it
Secretly, so it will eloquently express its languages.

52. So the pearl knows that the most generous of its kind
Is the scattered and composed of its words.

53. And magic knows that its Harut
Is a pen disguised in the nib of its pens.

54. A spear that fulfilled the thirst of the sons of enmity
And made the heart of time taste its daughters' anguish.

55. A sun which when rides the clouds as a warrior
The stars of burning rise from its eruptions.

56. Or have you not seen the face of dawn dressed
In the traces of the fear's yellow from its raids?

57. All the stars disappear fearfully when its renowned might passes
When the river of Sarat flows.

58. The exile of its swords is long, so instead of scabbards
The corpses of lions settled in its sheaths.

59. It cries blood with spears and its rage smiles
Mockingly with its blade on its skulls.

60. And its straight spear bends from rapture, for it knows
It will twist their plaits from their foreheads.

61. Like the lion in its leaps on the day of battle
And the mountain in its firmness and steps.

62. Its days in the time like freckles on
Its cheeks or like the sea in its moments.

63. It dressed the world in robes of pride
Which time has covered its flaws.

64. These are the fruits of its attainment, so let
The needy pluck what he seeks of its needs.

65. The sustenance is divided, so in its closed hands
Is the limited and the outstretched, limited to its divisions.

66. A beauty whose face, if it shines, shows you
The water of generosity circulating in its panes.

67. And features which if embodied in the sky
Would be the full moons in its darkness.

68. O son of those who perished at Badr
By the edges of their bare swords the selves of tyrants.

69. And son of the blessed ones who inherited
The knowledge of the Book and clarified its verses.

70. From every prayer niche its sanctity is solved
Or makes the niche intimate in its prayers.

71. Ancestors who called you to the elevation so you rose
In their burdens and ascended in its noble abode.

72. Listen to a praise whose trait is not
The deceit of hypocrisy with the cheating of its disguises.

73. If not for you I would not compose poetry for a purpose
And I would protect myself from its doubts.

74. But I am the bees you shepherded
With your blessings, so it performed pilgrimage to its self's honey.

75. And my gratitude which you watered
With the dew repays you with the water of its plants.

76. You taught me with your generosity to weave its silk
So I clothed your honor in the best of its brocades.

77. Take for yourself a tender bride adorned
By the hands of shyness with the innovative jewels of its crafts.

78. A virgin whom beauty veiled and mind protected
From all but you, in the rooms of its chambers.

79. Time proposed to its kings her marriage
But she refused to accept other than you of its masters.

80. She took the place of the necklace from you so resembled
Its composed words from the beads of its jewels.

81. It engraved its rings with your name so for that
Time sealed with it on its foreheads.

82. My Master, time does not stop
Tying its collar to you, the hand of its calamities.

83. And you remained receiving feast in the course of elevation
Forever, and its blessing returned to you in its graces.

84. May its noble blessed month and its fasting comfort you
And the reward of its duty and desirable acts.

85. You emptied in it the heart of the worry of passion
And disobeyed what distracts you from its devotions.

86. And upon you is always the satisfaction of the Guardian
And His prayers and most honorable greetings.