1. Your prayers' string cannot be joined,
And why is my individuality not collected?

2. And why should I hope for your closeness while your suns
Are unable to be returned to me by Joshua's power?

3. You went away, and after you I made the doves
Familiar but I moan and lament.

4. And after you I tore open my chest, so it let out
For me the red tears held within.

5. I keep seeking access to your union
But am prevented from it, and my sickness is not satisfied.

6. I am amazed by the keeping of your pledges with me
While my body in the pictures is wasted.

7. Yearning left my body for your intention of union
Since for yearning no place was left in it.

8. And five shared in killing my sleep:
Staying up at night, and the four tears.

9. By God, from the missiles of your eyelids’ arrows
They have impact on hearts and place of impact!

10. And in my forehead is a fire against your cheeks
That shows, and the water of beauty from it springs forth.

11. By God, O choosy lips, pay
The tax on your treasures, do not forbid it!

12. You have girded my waist with the ring of my waist
Where my body was straightened with you and the finger.

13. And the agony of parting with you and its belt
Are my self, O ruby of tears, bejeweled!

14. Your eyes denied my blood while your cheeks—
In them a resemblance to it cannot be removed.

15. And you blamed me when I took off, for love of you,
My excuse, while my excuse with you is not heard.

16. If you intended with your wide eyes
You would know my excuse is wider.

17. How many live snakes above your chests
Crawl to my heart to bite it!

18. And how many moons covered in clouds through you
And foreheads of suns veiled in darkness!

19. By God, how many gazing eyes of your monks
Attack and others knock down!

20. Branches of your necks seized the cycles of Cana
So for their glory they bend down and plead!

21. And your eyelids employed the whites of gazelles
So their young obey them, obedient!

22. All things besides you on the day of intention
Disappear during farewell—except the veil.

23. Would that its arrows were a target for the nobility of their glance,
So that piercing them could not be prevented!

24. How are pilgrimage and your house without it—
A drill ground, open, and whites gleaming!

25. The breeze prevented the embrace of its branches there
So that if the morning breeze shook them, it would be cut off!

26. O neighbors who were unneighborly to me and made
My heart quake and the pillar of my patience shake!

27. What can I do in my old age to attain your union
While my youth with your beauty is of no use?

28. I complain to my time of your disfavor while it is
One of its reversals, and from it more hideous!

29. O heart, do not meet or settle down feeling safe
With mankind, for he is pretentious,

30. And do not feel proud of his piety, for he
Is a trap, plotting and deceiving with his love!

31. How many in its sons are unjust and oppressed
Like the wolf lying in wait for gazelles and rising!

32. No noble equal remains in it to be hoped for
Except Ali, and the rain clouds pouring down!

33. Son of the noble, brother of the clouds, and companion
Of perfect completeness, brother of Hussein the most beautiful!

34. Bounteous, singled out by good fortune, and if
He becomes angry, the palm of his hand follows up.

35. The planets and I care madly while that
For him is natural, and those affected!

36. For him is a flame of lightning that does not die out
In his calm, and always lit, that does not flag!

37. A sea that on days of peace has sweet water
And returns on days of war a fire blazing forth!

38. If the moons swam in a sphere with him
They could not rise a single day in the year!

39. And if the whale of the horizon lived in its depths
The darkness there would almost rip it out!

40. He created generosity from nothing and so took away
From it, depicting what he wills and originating!

41. Clever, his heart enlightened from his mind,
So his innate intelligence with his conscience flares up!

42. It is as if the eye of the sun was a wet nurse for him
Giving him the milk of dawn and suckling him!

43. Hopeful of his help, severity is sweet next to him
So that it almost craves the pearls of stars!

44. And his steeds in battle, he makes them thirsty for the dawn,
Almost drinking at the river of the Milky Way!

45. He surpassed kings while his clay is of their clay,
And from stones, a jewel, and fragments of pottery!

46. He inclines passionately to coats of mail
As he inclines to leaves of plants bursting forth!

47. And he melts longingly for spears
As if he were a lad enamored with the forms of sailors!

48. It is as if his heart were among the swords in his chest—
You would think them ribs of blades on both sides!

49. He attacks and the mouths of wounds gape
While the tongues of lances complain and squawk!

50. The thirst of his sword was not quenched by Euphrates water
Like the fire whose burning is never sated!

51. If I made his signet ring idle, it would shake against the dew
A trunk that would almost put forth pearls!

52. By his essence everything with a soul melts, so if
The inanimate could speak, it would split with fervor!

53. Heads bow to his glory in awe
While faces grimace and submit to his face.

54. He appears, so how many interceded prayers
For a need are sent to him and raised up!

55. From his sleeves are the paths to the mines of provision,
And to the two seas a place to meet.

56. Strange that the shirt contains him while if
He were a sun, the earth could not contain him!

57. No arrow of a stubborn enemy can reach him,
Even were it loosed from the bow of the stars!

58. The days submitted to him so that if he wished
A log from their past, they would turn back!

59. The lowly looked upon his good fortune and rejoiced
While the spiteful saw his might and shuddered with fear!

60. O son of the oath-takers who in the world
Seized the pledges through superiority and were pledged allegiance!

61. They gained the heights as inheritance, and from their forefathers
Knew the origins of nobility and branched them out!

62. What possession after your help is only
Scanty, deprived—its tears do not sleep!

63. Its dawns have worn darkness without you, so their sun
Does not shine out until your brow rises!

64. You revived it with your return after its death,
And so with the return of rain, the land lives!

65. You left it, and its heart is like Moses' mother—
Showing anxiety, empty and tormented!

66. And you returned happily, so it met you with a kiss,
While its heart, restless, and its eye, weeping!

67. From a light, upon it is a shining platform—
Pure, in it most immaculate origins and flourishing!

68. You tread the most noble spot sanctified
And wore a robe—your sandal is indeed taken off!

69. You were singled out for the vision there and won—
In the nobility of speech—its sweet hearing!

70. So let the glorious honored nobility make you glad,
And in your return let glory, lasting, most high, win!

71. My lord, I have not gifted a poem to you out of
Greed, nor in me about your gift haughtiness,

72. But I feared the eloquent would steal its pearls
And without you it would be lost!

73. And passion for you drew me to that, for passion
Is magic, through which poems are crafted and made.

74. So take it while still virgin, the other poets
Will ornament it with pearls and embroider it with silk!

75. A chaste woman has been brought to you, but
Union with her besides you is forbidden!

76. She embroidered the cloak of your praise with your goodness
So it is as if embroidered with silk.

77. And she clung to your hems so she clung—
Her forearms—to your scent, perfumed!

78. A beloved traveled to you while her face
From me is veiled with a beautiful apology!

79. She feared sharing in the blame of my staying
Behind from you, so she hurried to you!

80. She went ahead to intercede for me with you, but
A beautiful face with the generous intercedes!

81. Zahra, her emergence is on the horizon of your praise
And her ending is musk bound to you, scenting!

82. An ode that I have girded with your virtues
And threaded its pearls with your remembrance