1. My secret place, whose promise was beautiful
To me is more endearing and compassionate than the cheek of a loved one

2. I confide my longing for you, though
I yearn for the Sublime, or am filled with desire

3. In my possession is a captive of your grace, who has not been
A dishonor to glory, were he to be rescued and set free

4. So create, with a silent book that yet speaks
And your generosity, whose freshness speaks for it

5. Containing the aesthetics of eloquence and propriety
I am enriched by it for an epoch, polished

6. Meanings like the flexuous bodies of gazelles
Loved in their abandonment, and passionately sought

7. And a script like the flowers of a garden, leaving no viewer
Lingering there, or imagining its elegance

8. And were it not for my craving for excellence, my heart
Would not have ignited in the flames of allure

9. Never before have I seen the dew convey such beauty
Remaining perpetually, like a sun whose rising light never fades

10. For this king, beauty and company
United in the magic of propriety, then divided

11. And the journey of separation and love have provoked me
To create in my heart what was never created

12. I have spoken what his gift of craft has moved me to
So that I resemble, through him, a ring-doved turtle

13. And were it not for the assistance of his noble hands
Accompanying me with that which aids and comforts

14. Never would there have been a beautiful mention, its riders
Up to the end of the world nourished and embraced

15. He is the generous open-handed one to envoys and villages
When a meager year constrained their palms

16. His beauties are a mark on the cheek of the world
Longed for, and in the face of excellence, bloom

17. The flattering poet before him lied, but
In praising him, I speak sincerely

18. So those noble qualities have never ceased
Their elevated meanings to be derived and stolen