1. I sleep while the mixture has cleared, its taste lingers,
And the house seems, as fair ladies claim it to be, sweet,

2. Your phantom was gifted to me by longing,
Did a cloud conceal it or did the dawn reveal it?

3. And who can compete with shooting stars in their orbits,
When desire propels them toward the setting place?

4. Every ardent longing and fervent yearning,
Leads a gaze to the lips of the beloved and makes it yearn,

5. It flowed after the streaks of gray in the darkness of nightfall,
Dyeing the cheek of the night with its dripping,

6. It abandoned me and turned away, hiding and playing hard to get,
As pulses beat under the breasts,

7. Its fragrance roamed the musk of darkness,
As ruby melted above ambergris,

8. My eyes are where it is, my tears its place,
It's no wonder that clouds pass by its lightning,

9. I'm fitting for lightning from the side of passion,
And the searing heat of the north wind suits me,

10. I remembered it when I was a youth,
And when my branch was supple among the boughs,

11. And when I was deluded by ignorance in love,
And my vitality in liveliness was profound,

12. And when my resolve turned to other than its resolve,
And I was not seized upon my path,

13. And nothing but what I want and desire,
And no barrier to that obstructed me,

14. So be kind from a past time that's gone, for it
Was a brother to joining the beautiful ladies,

15. For if I don't pursue it ardently and woefully,
Isn't that nothing but coldness and undutifulness?

16. I'm suited for the waters of play and vanity and youth,
And the waters of my affairs after it are bitter,

17. So find its exhalation like my name Ali, ardent,
And find the description of my heart to be burning,

18. And better than the memory of a youth I've folded up,
Is praise spreading through the horizons,

19. With it, a reproacher wallows beneath the canopy,
Selling to them pearls of speech and necklaces,

20. Traveling with it east and west, for its habit,
Is constant departure, text, and undertaking,

21. I greet with it from Yusuf's face a kiss,
I yearn for receiving it and desire it,

22. With it, the hope that prays toward its prayer niche,
For with it, pain from other than it wakes me,

23. It keeps the night shining white, advising,
And the sun of morning for it appears and surpasses,

24. Gazing upon the saddlebags of loftiness, it has never ceased to have,
For all dangerous roads, the routes,

25. When it walked or traveled with purpose and resolve,
A sharp sword was unsheathed and an elegant sword was drawn,

26. It aims from its opinions an arrow of wit,
For it, the shots of dilemmas are feathered,

27. With it, during slow times, an arrow flies,
And after composure, it spurs wakefulness,

28. And however much a subtle meaning seems obscured,
Reflection in the clouds makes it clear to it,

29. And it tasked the days with generosity of swordplay,
A call to the chiefs of troubles to be satisfied,

30. We thought from its excessive generosity that we,
For it, have wealth inheritance and rights,

31. A pillar, a pillar in praises and loftiness,
And a temptation with the daughter of honorable deeds, alluring,

32. Its dwelling an endowment for aid and villages,
One caravan departs as another caravan travels,

33. So its dowry for you is an unsullied virgin,
For its chastity, beyond people, genuine,

34. For it, authority over speech, obedience,
And on the day of ode, a pedigreed lineage,

35. So it made holidays happy, the one who increased their beauty,
With your face, for as long as darkness turned away from the rising sun,

36. No journey to you failed to travel,
Nor any market for praise in your presence ever closed,