1. He awoke while still drunk with love,
How can one smitten with passion ever awaken?

2. He revealed his inner turmoil, complained, and turned
His eyes from the vicissitudes of time.

3. Is there anything more painful for him
Than the glances of the tender gazelles?

4. Of the coils of the young women's tresses around him
Did the darkness of trials not impose itself?

5. He professed devotion in love until
He saw the glory of love in humiliation.

6. More intense than the black of night when it descends
And the separation from the beloved is the agony of the soul.

7. He does not flee except from a fight
In which the tall heroes wield their spears.

8. What good is it to conceal his love
When his tongue betrays the secret?

9. He flirts with the sand dunes while still a youth
Embracing the young gazelles.

10. His tears flow freely out of yearning
As the lightning of Al-Yaman flickers and gleams.

11. He hides his secret, but how can it be hidden
When his eyes openly display it?

12. His partridge became enamored with Najd
So it wandered there pining for the meadows.

13. It saw the people honor their vows
Yet it lost its heart to the meadows.

14. Held captive by those who encamp upon his cheeks
My tears race like the streaming rain.

15. Passing over the valley's pebbles, he weeps
And carnelians are scattered upon his sleeve.

16. The morning breeze blows upon him and he sways, drunk,
As if the scent of danan carried him away.

17. Is there anyone to help a youth who is lovesick
And whom existence has overtaken with passing away?

18. Whom separation has judged, yet he lives
Due to his torment and suffering.

19. When despair seizes his soul
Hope breathes into him the spirit of consolation.

20. Fires rage within his heart, but
From his fever he inhales the breezes of Paradise.

21. May God water his fever like my tears
Flooding the sand dunes with red roses.

22. It never ceases to soothe him
Like the full moons shining among the stars.

23. A fever in which the black antelopes
Stretch out their wings over the sands.

24. And the ostriches nesting therein
Build their nests like the ibexes on the hillsides.

25. One fire of steel burns over it
While another welcomes guests by the watering places.

26. How many gardens of beauty flourish there!
How many languid eyes glance about!

27. With its white lids the darkness of annihilation
And beneath its domes the white of hopes.

28. A place where gazelles at play appear
Like stars arranged in conjunction.

29. Beauties like candles, their coils
Like pillars of smoke.

30. Statues - if you saw them
You would pardon those enraptured by meadows.

31. Among them appears a phantom of my beloved
Whom my imagination conjures but hides from my sight.

32. She flashes her white cheeks from a delicate eyelid
And her long tresses wave like the lance of the ban tree.

33. When she whispers to me
I think her tongue is the warbling ringdove.

34. Her undulating curves are like the supple sword of Ali,
Chanting, composed of meanings.

35. Her glance and her determination are equal,
Like the two Indian swords, peers of scimitars.

36. He inclined toward praise, as she prompted me,
Just as youthfulness invites me to do in her.

37. The ally of generous deeds, Abu Hussein,
The honorable neighbor, noble yet slighted.

38. The brother of lofty aspirations, which if roused,
Their furthest reaches touch the heavens.

39. And tales which have circulated in every land,
Leaving behind a scent that rivals all perfumes.

40. And examples that delight every ear,
As if composed by the composers of odes.

41. And manners like gardens of al-Muzain, which portray
Their smiles like the apertures of gems.

42. And qualities that vied with rubies
In necklaces of white pearls.

43. A flame of war shaking the firm spear
And a lion of combat brandishing snakes.

44. He sees the plain of heroes white with the locks of age
And dyes them red as scarlet dye.

45. The clouds embraced him, so it was more fitting
For him to rain down destruction upon the wicked.

46. And the sword adopted him as a brother
In the position of the spearhead to the spear.

47. And he attained the station of grand qualities
Thus becoming like a ring upon the fingers.

48. And he adorned glory with the pearls of discernment
Until he was like the horizon at dawn.

49. As if he cloaked the stars in masks of pure silk
And donned the garb of day at dawn.

50. And brought awe to the heart of the dawn
Whose camphor now is like saffron.

51. As if his black antelopes were Kisra's guard
Each wearing a brocaded gown.

52. And the red of his ostriches vies with Mars –
Each the color of pure blood.

53. He fancied the earth would sink beneath his tread
So he supported it with the pillars of heaven.

54. And was certain that generosity endures
So he immortalized it in this abode.

55. Truly time was mistaken in being generous to him
And barren thereafter, an opportunity missed!

56. If it had been as generous as the celestial spheres
It still wouldn't have sufficed.

57. He inherited every glory from his father
And every piety, grace and favor.

58. As if they were the dawn prayer, with him
The latter part, or the seven oft-repeated verses.

59. His stature was so lofty, he was called “Ali”
And shared with him a name and rank.

60. They are two stars, with similarities between them –
If combined, one would call them the Double Star.

61. How many victories like the day of Sabur did he gain
And aid like the day of Nahrawan!

62. And among the followers of the House of Harb
How many valorous acts of the gallant knight!

63. The most noble day for him in time
Was the day formations clashed at Shihrkan.

64. O son of the most righteous clan of Quraish,
Guides of mankind, jinn and men!

65. In character, manners and wisdom in judgments and eloquence
I resemble them.

66. You have attained old age, which has become youthful again,
As the blackness of its parting hair turns dark again.

67. You ascended to the heights on light feet
Thus overtaking Al-Buraq on a steed.

68. You are like Moses, in the outstretched arm
Your spear like his staff in his right hand.

69. Your teeth, in the face of death's tongue
Have become for heroes the most eloquent translator.

70. Your sword has always been a bracelet
For an epic, or a ring for a warrior.

71. Live long until times past return to you
And live long until the planets complete their cycles.

72. May God grant you the joy of Eid
And bless you with greetings and felicitations!