1. Truth has returned to its proper place
And you are the most deserving of it amongst all people

2. You were but a sword brandished by a hand
Then returned to its sheath

3. It was shaken until I saw it unsheathed
Its elegance making it needless of being drawn

4. Bestow with it a ministry which has not been entrusted
Except to its rightful masters

5. Yearning to you since parting from it
With the yearning of my elderly brother for his youth

6. One like you is envied but miraculously
The flashing lightning cannot be reached amidst its clouds

7. Some have tried but who is this one
Who can fetch out smoothly from its sheath what is wedged inside

8. The father of cubs maims whoever disputes him
With his claws and fangs in his lair

9. Have you ever seen or heard someone wearing
What the honorable has not stripped off from his glory

10. Do not take the jest of talk lightly
Whatever God has decreed in His Book

11. The passing breeze comes and goes
Without making the deaf deviate from his footholds

12. Command is not given to anyone
A matter of the eloquent tongue of glory

13. Be certain that when they saw it was difficult
There is nothing for the audacious except punishment

14. Verily the crescent is hoped to emerge
After the dark night of its disappearance

15. And the sun, its rising is not despaired of
Even if the night enshrouded it in its gown

16. How good are homelands except
For a man, the sweetest trace is his estrangement

17. Many a return attested to its perpetuity
And eternity is for man in his destination

18. Had pearls been near for their seeker
The diver would not have plunged seeking them

19. Had he kept clinging to its shells
Crowns would not have been of any value to him

20. Whoever loves the lofty, finds with them
What the lover finds of his loved ones

21. Sometimes aloof, and intimacy at times
And the pleasure of affection in its blame

22. With the disapproval of one you wish for
And the feared has come true from its causes

23. Neither the sea’s pearls nor its coral
Except beyond the abyss from its depths

24. It bowed to the Pride of the State, the intractable fate
And taught the days its etiquette

25. And harnessed time so it does not command him
Except that it came obediently in its answer

26. From its refinement, its manners
Could almost win back treachery from the wolves

27. Its days bowed down their necks
Humbly walking in its footsteps

28. As if they are seekers of its reward
Or fearful of its punishment

29. If they erred, they apologized
and if correct, it was due to its righteousness

30. O you who asks for generosity when its owner has lost it
Do not seek it in its sheath

31. Wherever he stayed, people sawdew
His palms gesturing to his horizons

32. You see crowds of gratitude around his house
As if they are the tent pegs around its poles

33. They did not rebel desires from their chests
Except that they rested at the entrance of his door

34. How can wishes not flock to his realm
When its pasture is but its herbage

35. It collared the hands of favors with its permission
So they lifted from the edges of their veils

36. Do not inquire persistently about the extent of his bounty
Or ask the branded about his wound

37. It suffices you what it unveils of good tidings
That you request permission to its guard

38. Continual questioning overwhelms its donation
And pearls are effervescent over their dissolution

39. It is such that its actions are of such goodness
As if derived from its names

40. Who counts clan in its essence
And lineage in its mind

41. Its resolve is like Suhayr’s, if it were not
For the spear wavering in its commotion

42. Thank you minister of ministers, you gain
Multiples of what you conveyed from its Giver

43. You came like rain that hit a thirsty man
Deceived by mirage from its illusion

44. So many prostrated when you rose high
As if they prayed toward their prayer niche

45. And fasters whose sight of you sufficed them
From good food and drink

46. Had the hand been able to strive in effort
Rushing ahead adorned in its clothes

47. Its bosom would have been restless until embraced
Among those who settled from its saddlebags

48. You would have lived in secure comfort
That makes the heart decisive in its confusion

49. It aids the world in its adornment
And overcomes time in its eras

50. It cast off its staff and its feet rested
In the basins of the valley and its slopes

51. The passerby was relieved of his toil
And the foreigner of his saddlebags

52. Through your coveted hands, their favor
The crow of separation has returned from its laments