1. Our nights in the place of Al-Jar'aa, return
With the life of the past, to the dignified young man,

2. Where the abodes of loved ones flourish,
And the gathering is like threaded pearls,

3. And in those abodes, nothing else,
A living life that drinks from the same lightning,

4. Theaters where passion is heated,
Even if they are the dens of lions,

5. Attached by the love of Qais for Layla,
Swallows twittering and a flock of doves,

6. There the glances glean from them
And spears trace back to the beautiful one,

7. And how much in life is a blazing liver,
And it prays the heat of cheeks,

8. And when I stood in the abode of Mayya,
Remembering past covenants,

9. I scattered the tears of my eyes scattering,
As the pearls scattered from necklaces,

10. And the caravan had therein a yearning,
The yearning of those who lost upon the lost one,

11. I gave you at the beginning of Sagittarius a drop,
And clothed you with life and dressed you in cold,

12. So where are the playgrounds of gazelles in it?
And the pleasure of living in the green age?

13. And in those eloquent lips, O would
My heart quench its thirst unto roses!

14. And I do not forget staying in the shadows
Of water from the valley, it is cool,

15. Leaves sing to us,
And branches inspire us to lean,

16. And passion sings to us a melody, so we amuse,
And inspires us with that chant,

17. Indeed, our nights were altogether
A place devoid of sand dunes,

18. I stayed and whom I love and a resting cup,
Like the speckle in motionless water,

19. And songs were sung, expressing
The pleasures of flute and lute,

20. No soul inclined to obscenity,
Nor a beauty settled to be rude,

21. And my glances remained upon me,
Until these days softened my firewood,

22. And the right hand of greed did not possess my soul,
Nor did my hands extend to ambitions,

23. And a night in which I wore its darkness,
With a cloak of dark gloom,

24. For a waste in which fodder is dispersed,
And I accompanied only a brave and master,

25. A soul meets me therein with death,
Feeling the touch of rugged ascension,

26. And my side is prevented by firm white,
And I have a might stronger than iron,

27. And how many days we rode the ships floating,
On the plain of water in the outstretched sea,

28. When a wind raged at it, it collapsed with me,
As the praying one collapses to the ground,

29. Once it drops down,
And once it ascends,

30. And were it not for the two Josephs,
Its purposes would not have thrown me to deadly danger,

31. And it made me hope Al Kuwait and yearn it,
To the harbor of its happy Muhammad,

32. When I see its splendor, its risings show me,
Risings of good fortune,

33. Its fingers are streams of gifts,
And its splendor is meadows of delegations,

34. And I praise whom the people of the world eulogize,
With rhyming of scattering,

35. Every hopeful and needy benefits,
He extends to him rest, gaining,

36. And the naked take in it,
A status of highness and gain of generosity,

37. Their hopes dismount in it,
And praises aid it from afar,

38. And every time they take shelter in it,
Its shelter is to a firm pillar,

39. A young man from a knot of generous nobles,
The orphan of that unique knot,

40. You graced a young man from the finest stock,
So what a fine affectionate companion!

41. And were it not for his generosity and grace,
As existence favored my existence,

42. Glories in the heights, his fathers inherited to him,
From them and ancestors,

43. Lions of the abode of valor, a people
Whom have the nobility of minds over lions,

44. It is the nobility which appears aged,
Subjugating every stubborn tyrant,

45. And extinguishing their light a blazing fire,
Though the assumption was the eternity of extinction,

46. And denial did not acknowledge it graciously,
But there is no way to denial,

47. High ranking, of high value, transcending,
Defiant, forcing the envious,

48. And initiating every honor, repeating,
So what an honorable repeating initiator!

49. Kindness of a benefactor and obtaining good,
Wealthy with achievements without promises,

50. And his hands did not possess any subtlety,
Without placing favor and whoever takes,

51. The pillar of glory is from the house of glories,
And does a house stand without a pillar?

52. I praised others from the celebrities of an era,
So I was like one who performed Tayamum with dust,

53. And I enjoyed him, so I enjoyed a shade,
That casts shades of eternal gardens,

54. And I do not stop at the door of Qurum,
Tied from his softness in shackles,

55. If you unsheathe it angrily smooth,
You would stand from iron upon iron,

56. And if they mentioned to him a character and character,
Say what you want with the good character,

57. I sent it to you poetry verses,
With which the messenger travels with the mail,

58. Like a drop of Sagittarius dripping from dew,
And the meadow of Sagittarius smiles from flowers,

59. If the people of the world were a poem,
You among them are the final verse of the poem.