1. Alas! Is there a way to the post office?
My nights in Zorah of Iraq are so long.

2. When will my eyelids meet the beloved
And will the morning and evening ever meet?

3. Greetings to the folds of Jilqaq, for they are
Theaters for my heart and its dwelling.

4. The meadows of passion, the air in them is perfumed
As for the water, it is clear.

5. How delicate his waist is yet firm
His hips are light and heavy.

6. The branch in it wanders while it sways
And the gazelle is jealous yet beautiful.

7. Come and see my state with blood on his cheek
A martyr, so say he's a killer and killed.

8. The more humbled for him, the more honored he becomes
And every lover to the beloved is humbled.

9. My patience is little like the days of separation
And my patience is abundant like days of nearness.

10. No solace from that beauty like patience
Nor patience from that beauty is beautiful.

11. The messenger of whom his acceptance is joy to my heart
Refused to bring me my request, O Most High!

12. My tears obey me whenever I call them
But my patience does not obey the Most High.

13. How many nights the beloved kept me company
Yet the procrastinator fulfilled his promises.

14. He would share wine with me while my tears
Flowed down my cheeks.

15. Whenever wine stirred joy, our worries
Called upon it, so it departed.

16. The cups of comfort appear like stars in joy
Until the dawn makes them disappear.

17. His teeth circle the rose bud in shyness
When they appear from his cheek, blooming.

18. The glances secretly behold him in awe
They are the sound gazes, surrounding.

19. Through his glances we travel his gardens
With no return until he disappears.

20. They changed from black to white, raging
And resonating within my heart and insides.

21. My temples took on gray hair whose dye is
From my heart, clinging to death.

22. My old age changed since my youth bid farewell
So I have prolonged sorrow after youth.

23. What do I care if time treats me unjustly
When a friend and confidant turn away from me?

24. Except for the King, son of Nasir the Apparent
His support for success suffices as guarantor.

25. When the helper of the faith helps with his generosity
Floods flow above the brows of the hopeful.

26. His gifts are like a pile of pearls with
Murmuring and neighing rivulets.

27. When the invader invades, they all
Pounce viciously upon them.

28. The kings of earth without his glory
Are to him submissive and apathetic.

29. He is the lion on days of fighting, blood
Before him is a deluge and the valleys, a flood.

30. Every brave one under his authority is humbled
And every generous one by his bounty, stingy.

31. His treasures may run out from his generosity
But the ages of praise for him are endless.

32. His days are white, connected to the like of them
With known, guaranteed treasures.

33. Through him, Islam was helped until it was as though
After the Prophet, a messenger came to the people.

34. The blood of enemies flowed until their homes
Became vacant ruins after them.

35. He protected virtue as if he
Were an ally protecting it instead of a tribe.

36. Shall I fear the heat of hardship, while its shadow
Extends for one who takes refuge in it?

37. Indeed, time insisted on oppressing me
So order it to return, maybe it will change.

38. You are he whom no confusion from glory seizes
When all are seized by confusion from glory.

39. My time did me wrong, so order it
To return, maybe it will change.

40. You are he whose generosity was never found
To procrastinate despite frequent extravagance.

41. Are clouds blamed for constant rain?
They have spread over the hills, floods.

42. In Aleppo, the messengers of wishes, Aleppo,
So for them is none but what the Abode of Peace has sent.

43. Its arrows are envied by shooting stars
A warrior wishes they were his horses.

44. He is the defeater, the Almighty, who snatches the kingdom
And sees depriving the weak as injustice.

45. The garden does not seem brocade with its plants appearing
Since for the clouds in it, tails were drawn.

46. With the freshest scattering from you in every gathering
The encomiast stands for it and recites.

47. So one with a barren, eternal kingdom remains
While pillars collapse yet he does not.

48. With the finest rhyme I have composed and sent
Maybe it will find acceptance with him.

49. In it are poetic feet, which are its melodies
Offered by generosity which is active.

50. I trust a provision from him will come hastened
So for he whom I mean and depend on.

51. When all are confused and bewildered by glory
You are he whom confusion does not seize.

52. My time did me wrong, so order it
To return, maybe it will change.

53. You are he whose generosity in spending was never
Found to neglect despite frequent extravagance.

54. Are clouds blamed when constantly raining?
They spread over the hills, floods.

55. In Allepo, the messengers of wishes, Allepo
So for them is only what the Abode of Peace has sent.

56. Its arrows are shooting stars, envied
A warrior wishes they were his horses.

57. He who snatches the kingdom from the tyrant
Sees depriving the weak as plunder.

58. The garden's plants do not seem like brocade
Since for the clouds in it, tails were drawn.

59. With the finest praise of you in every gathering
The praiser stands for it and says:

60. So one remains with a barren, eternal kingdom
While pillars collapse yet he does not.