1. She beckons, summoning the butterflies, smiling,
As dawn's lips part and the night grows dark,

2. Revealing to us her blossoms like gems of jewels,
Which she watches on their branches, etched and marked.

3. She spends the night walking, as magic moves stealthily in its sheath,
She gazes, becoming an arrow, though forbidden before.

4. She walks hastily, fearing the stab from her swaying hips,
Many a stature yet a spear made straight.

5. The lips of a lover yet a mouth split open,
Wine congealed yet a cheek crumpled.

6. For the two idols whose arrows are poisoned, her glances,
Her smiles and her unique jewel are twins.

7. Her stature and the Pleiades, she is more just than them,
Yet in murder, it is darker.

8. She is the full moon in its rise, if not for her veil,
The sun of dawn, if not for the overwhelming darkness.

9. The white of ostriches, if not for the covers and the shyness,
The gazelle of the preserve, if not for the withdrawal and silence.

10. A beauty with cheekiness in the sanctum of passion,
She makes the blood of prey lawful, while eggs are forbidden.

11. When she frowns, she captivates the eyes of gazelles,
And when she scowls, the lions of evil roar.

12. Around her many a lion in a striped garment roams,
And many a blinking-eyed hyena prowls.

13. She protects her sanctuary, so beware of death beneath it,
For the sanctuary is nothing but a protected and forbidden sanctuary.

14. And love is nothing but for its pursuit to be precious,
Which cannot be imagined.

15. Where forbidden blood is permitted by the sword
While lawful water is forbidden.

16. We are a people in whose hearts grew,
The love of blood and honorable pride.

17. To us, silk is permitted though it is a jewel,
While its value is exaggerated though it is a mere smile.

18. We recoil when a doe gazes veiled,
Yet we attack when an old man in a turban gazes.

19. We laugh at the shining lightening as it flickers,
Yet together we weep when the mouth is covered.

20. And we beware of the arrows of calamity, though they are eyes,
And we meet them in our throats, though they are arrows.

21. A veiled woman, if the full moon looked upon her face,
It would fall dead, and bend over infatuated.

22. When she speaks in a place or takes a breath,
It is in Babel or Darine she is attributed.

23. The rain of dissolution saturated her abode,
So that in her soil, ablution cannot be substituted.

24. She is forbidden, the stars cannot ascend to her,
Even if the galaxies were a staircase.

25. I came to her while the eagles were falling in the horizon,
And the blossoms of the doves of the stars were picked.

26. She and I were both chaste and devout,
I am Joseph and she is the noble Mary.

27. And I am not one who fears death if it wants
An objective, nor am I discouraged from love by blame.

28. A group who journeyed in the darkness, drunk from the winery,
They leaned from the drunkenness of the grapes without worry.

29. Arrows at the likes of porcupines clung to them,
They intended for Najd while passion directed them.

30. My heart appeared before them so they whetted,
The fire of anger deluded them.

31. I travel but my spirit longs for the highlands,
And there it settles yearning and pining.

32. A heart toward the Hejaz and its people,
Where affection weighs heavy and complains.

33. Whenever the memory of Khayf passes without
Loyalty to Ali, it almost catches fire.

34. A stallion who loved virtue before suckling,
And leaned toward the love of heights before weaning.

35. High ambitions, when resolve falters, are its legs,
And when it rolls up its sleeves, they are its forearms.

36. A man whose love of glory made him lose riches,
As torrents made the swallow lose shade.

37. The prayers of listeners are sweet to his hearing,
As the melody is sweet to the hearing of the throne.

38. He cloaked his honor in the beauty of praise, better than any attire,
To which glory trails, and virtues cling.

39. The piercing criticisms are tears that weep as if
They are eyes that saw the Day of No and so they wail.

40. And no wonder he flows serpentine though he is an inferno,
And kindles fire amidst the fray though he is verdant.

41. He rages with a false dawn though he wields a sharp sword,
And attacks with a penetrating star though he is worn out.

42. His dinars are the yellow faces, for they know,
That resolve rests in their protector, determined.

43. Whenever he is visited by the noble, their noses trip over each other,
Like the tears of a crying child summoned by a drawer.

44. If the moons gathered around him in darkness,
They would realize he is the Master, though one of them.

45. If his right hand spent them in gifts,
Then before it, its own full moon would be a mere coin.

46. And if the sleeve of his security embraced the passionate,
It would return the arrows of eyes from them.

47. They shattered the heights of every ordeal,
So schemes for the statures of beautiful women were shattered.

48. The swords of injustice returned worn out,
Until even the blades of swords nearly became blunt.

49. He has a soaring mansion of glory on his hill,
Before which the noses of kings trip and stumble.

50. The sun of dawn weaves its ropes,
And the hands of the Pleiades hold it and prop it up.

51. Time wishes if it could, that on his neck,
It would become a threaded necklace, clasped and arranged.

52. And it suffices the darkness pride in the pebbles of his land,
If they were scattered above it while they are stars.

53. Mouths kiss it until it is as if they are
The lips of loves, so they are adored and kissed.

54. A noble whose excellence the caves raised,
From the family of Haydar, kings over all kings.

55. Gardens of bliss, except that their swords
Are for the torture of the souls of tyrants, hell.

56. Weighing in the attire of greatness since they discarded it,
Their amulets sealed with gifts.

57. With him the impetuous army is crushed and defeated,
The deciduous of the day of war, whoever you wish of them.

58. They passed and after them came one who restored them
Until all creation saw that they are them.

59. He flowed in the loins until she brought him forth,
So he was the secret, hidden, concealed.

60. His father is intelligence, followed by the best of stars,
But he is a star, the full moon among them.

61. A generous one, with him I gained more worth, status,
And favors, and the free are honored by the free.

62. So from him at all times I have renewing kindness,
And from his hands each day I have blessings.

63. My guardian, O my Master, the prayer of a devout loyalist,
An ally whose affection does not waver.

64. Your favors have required of me pilgrimage and Umrah,
Upon my liability, and the Hajj is an ordained duty.

65. So do I have permission to fulfill the rites of rituals,
In which you share in the rewards and we gain?

66. May the fast of the month delight you and its reward paid in full,
And in honor may God seal its outcome for you.

67. The return of a holiday whose neck has adorned,
With the necklace of a crescent, whose bent is not illegible.

68. A crescent which if you faced its deficiency would disappear,
Shining at night while a full moon completed.

69. It molds for the rose of night a silver claw,
While without you it would become an etched nail.

70. You have not stopped cloaking its face with the glory of heights,
And it still serves you with optimism.

71. To your eyes it appears as the heart of its beloved,
And it meets the enemies as a sword decisive.