1. Does the horizon in its rising seem to blossom,
Or is it the meadow in its expanse the blossoms opened?

2. Or is it my portrayal, when her charms appeared,
Arranged like pearls are strung in a necklace?

3. No charm but owes its being to my portrayal,
No portrayal but finds in her charm its fame.

4. And the sorcery attributed to Harut is not
In truth, for her charm is the sorcery assigned to Babylon.

5. Now you have seen me and tried me out,
And verified my portrayal, truths are verified.

6. For the Joseph-like beauty is in reality
In Granada - leave what Egypt contained before!

7. And the creator of my form is Nasir al-Din Yusuf,
So may he enjoy support, glory and triumph!

8. A mask as though the horizon displayed its clouds
As tents, which he adorned with its lightning flash.

9. A ray from it gleams over its whiteness,
So from its clouds a garment, from its lightning blossom.

10. As the sun's light shone in the sheen of dawn
And threaded the Pleiades in their setting at dawn.