1. She sparked a fire with water in her mixing,
And brought back the darkness of night as day.

2. A traveling sun in the darkness carries her,
Like the rising moon when the full moon lights up.

3. She was liberated in life until she
Knows what was in the past and what happened.

4. So ask her how she was before us,
The first ones, young and old.

5. What caller to passion was there then
When we called out to joy and amusement?

6. We crowned her a bride for so long,
A lover who stirred the mixing into foam.

7. We clothed the body of night with splendor,
And put on it the ornaments of virginity.

8. A leg moved with her you’d think
A branch giving us wine from its clusters.

9. The branch taught bending and the zephyr
The rapture of souls and the roe’s shying.

10. With the surplus of its delight
It excelled the white camels in excellence.

11. Gentle yet prohibitive, it was told:
“Pass the cup around to us,” so it passed around.

12. You see the people drunk with passion for
That cup-bearer, though they are not drunk.

13. O match of the rose, myrtle and what
A fine match—a cheek and place of tattoos!

14. By my father you are, though my father
Is gone, give me the likes of your red cheeks.

15. And serve me from you something sweet and delectable,
I have a craving from you though not for wine.

16. Among two repenting ones who shed her blood,
A daughter of nobility who robs the revered old man of dignity.

17. Upright ones who made lawful what she prohibited,
And saw in taking her the view of Christians.

18. They rode amusement in its racecourse,
A blond who collides with their chariots unexpectedly.

19. And a protected one who never entered
The arena for commotion, neither raising dust a day.

20. So it is as if the cup, in what she did,
Attained vengeance in the minds of the people.

21. All boastful through her in pride
Went pulling up the skirts of arrogance.

22. And if ecstasy came over him again
It would dress him in Khusraw’s crown and bracelet.

23. One feather-light with happiness, if a man flew
Before this day with happiness, he would have flown.

24. And we passed the night with what delights us
Of talk, and drank it as a healing potion.

25. And we recited to the tune of her goblets
Praise that flourishes in meter and prose.

26. Of a tender one whiter than the noble Hāshim
Who whitened the radiant branch and carpenter.

27. The moons shine in his blushing,
For he is the sun that never sets.

28. The secret code of glory is built on his house,
A standard of felicity secretly and openly.

29. Like the outstretched serpent, or sharper, more cutting sword,
His hands that one of them inherits good fortune, and with the other, ill fortune.

30. Bounty overflows from him, a spring of dew,
A day you meet with him nothing but honors.

31. The foreign rhymes in his days
He harvests with his hands as fruits.

32. In a time of sin, none apologized
With a generous one, to the noble people, an apology.

33. He left time humble and obedient
To the Protector, of the most honorable people, a neighbor.

34. To me belongs the pride that I am a poet
Of people who wear piety as their motto.

35. They established the pillars of religion, and they
Clarified the truth for people, a beacon.

36. Every ornament of pride and elevation
Was an ornament borrowed from their ornaments.

37. For the cause of God, what they spent
From hands, so ask them as thriving and prosperous.

38. A people from whom rain is implored
And through them people uncover harm.

39. When you seek their help, they are angry lions,
And when you seek rain from them, they are pouring clouds.

40. They compelled every obstinate one to elevation,
And they returned unbelief, disgraced and broken.

41. They stirred up its fires on the day of battle
In their dwellings, though they were seas.

42. In a position the speeches fell short in
Which were long, and they were not short.

43. So bestow upon them prayers forever,
That accompany them morning and evening.

44. Or are you not now, after them,
A spark from that light which illuminated?

45. Whenever an ode guided it as rhythm,
Unfettered, it did not take on earth a house.

46. Bearing, like the souls of the zephyrs,
From the fragrance of your praise, aromatic plants.

47. These are the days of the prime of life,
Your breezes have still been plentiful.

48. So serve me in them an overflowing cup,
Bringing glory and attaining superiority.

49. And make me for you one who has not found
In your praise, patience for an obstruction.

50. And live forever, and excel on the feast day
Proudly rising to a WILL sublime and noble.