1. If you veil your phantoms and dreams,
Then send me at least a greeting with the breeze.

2. Perhaps a breath of morning wind will relieve my sickness,
But can sickness relieve one who is sick?

3. I gasp for breaths that the watchman recognizes,
Though he thinks they are but for the worthless.

4. From them we hope for healing, but they bear
Nothing but passion for you and love.

5. O does of the meadow, I had no fear
Of those covenants passing away.

6. Awake, my life was like a dream, the sweetest
Living unlike any dreams.

7. Had we known the nights would betray us,
We'd have taken the reins from the nights.

8. Ask them, after Khensa, did they leave
Any except Mutayyam the passionate?

9. So I weep for bodies from which pours
The Prophet's blood and banners.

10. Anguish with unabating heat,
Tears that stream endlessly.

11. O you who birthed the hearts, you've not tasted isolation
For a matter in which you changed the laws.

12. You prohibited lawful meeting
And shed unlawful blood.

13. You allowed a neighbor to capture a neighbor
Until you tortured bodies.

14. No, by the glances were only swords
That stabbed, and the eyelids only arrows that pierced.

15. A gaze that wounds hearts while the eyes
Protect breaches, judging me an intruder.

16. O Najd and son of Minna, Najd indeed,
How far your abode and how lost your dwellings!

17. A land that grows slender branches
Near us bears ripe fruits.

18. Each white-faced gazelle they veiled in brown,
So even her grave cannot be visited.

19. You make the night into dawn with the Pleiades,
And dawn into night with a veil.

20. You show the two brilliant pearls in prose
And poetry, speaking of its soil and smile.

21. You shame the full moon, gazelle, and lines
Of lightning, a face, a gaze, a stature.

22. How we stood beside it, like rain clouds,
Eyelids and palms and clouds.

23. So it fulfilled its covenant with rain,
While their covenants have left us thirsty.

24. Wild does wounded him with stabs of lightning,
Floods poured over us like mountains collapsing.

25. As if the clouds were a quiver and the angelic
King had drawn his sword against us.

26. The generous, answering, inspiring king,
A seat of enmity, resident and painful fear,

27. What guide of armies, granter of correctness,
Permitter of sanctuaries, protector of Highnesses?

28. Whose severity the clouds are afraid of,
His wrath blazing with pain and revenge.

29. None called him negligent, and his streaming charity
Was never scarce, nor the clouds dry.

30. Granting inspiration to those he passionately loves,
Grace to the slender, and might to the proud.

31. He breaks the spear if it rebels on Thursday,
And if it refuses, there is the clash.

32. Writing with swords on the brows of prey,
His pen never ceases to create wonders.

33. A poet who arranges hearts and only
Scatters rhythmic prose and passions.

34. He pulls rizq and raises ranks
From us, or establishes banners.

35. When the swords rattle, prostration belongs
To them, as he was imam in tumult and call to prayer.

36. In war and peace, he was wise here
And silent there, and spoke when suitable.

37. So if there was no scope for a sword,
He sought its opinions, kissing the swords.

38. The eclipse cannot equal his radiant moon,
And his glory's assailant cannot be equaled.

39. We praised him like musk, good in nature,
And I've never loved a critic like him.

40. He was most friendly in his time, though you
Have faulted him in a dark period of years.

41. His voice intoxicates me like those who praise him,
Though I am not given wine to drink.

42. Like the viper, he bit and recovered,
And the Indian fly stung and worried.

43. He paved the path of religion and protected the world
And embraced countries and Islam.

44. So he came to serve the honored ones,
And be an angel for the king and pillar for nobles.

45. From a people who summited
The peaks of glory and honor, west and beacon.

46. Scholars in wars, passionate
And detestable in truces, provocative.

47. They are the guiding stars,
Equal in lineage and order.

48. Cursing those swords which left
No darkness for injustice and hypocrisy.

49. Mocking the face of dawn,
While the sun's eye fears its rein and darkness.

50. When they grasped the pens of prose
And broke the stubborn, if hands grasped planets

51. To wrest them - no! - and the blackest
Of nights and cloudiest of skies.

52. When the frowning cloud scowled,
The dawn's cheek refused to unveil.

53. With armies the night overwhelmed,
They gifted armies raging with night blindness.

54. They asked, "How much blood if
A camel knelt in Tubayr's desert?"

55. The letter Noon swims in the slopes; and if
It passed Qaf, they'd tear apart restraints.

56. They are the arks of generosity, rescuing
Their billows, the shelterless and orphans.

57. The firm mountains of forbearance,
Should events enrage the dreams.

58. Wearing life pure of shame,
Carrying no sins.

59. And if they feared while people did not,
They died nobly, hating to flee.

60. His palm quenched the death throes,
And their great bones.

61. Through you, Saladin, the honored sword
Humbled the glorious cross and idols.

62. Your wounded eyelid never complained to your palm
Until you let people sleep.

63. Spears were too narrow for your ferocity,
And were it not for the tight spot, arrows would not have been deployed.

64. So cast your watches as armor, patience,
Swords as sharp, and determination.

65. For the doe has suffered many blows,
And the brown one's stabbing by spears and clash of steeds.

66. The deserts became shadows while the heat
Of blasphemy became coolness to us and peace.

67. So uncover them slowly, it would shame
The full moon, too shy of their beauty and modesty.

68. They surpassed in range, and were made fat
With goodly mention, pure fragrance of mountains and dunes.

69. Their scent and beauty shamed a breath,
No head raises to their wisp and forelocks.

70. Their cheeks and passion humbled,
So they came to us, thoughts wandering.

71. Yearning within me provoked them - and I am not
Disobeyed except by the shameless and blamers.

72. Were it not for the morning's water, they would have ignited
From passion a burning and delirium.

73. Meaning flows from them, and words are graced by them,
Not a confusion of understandings.

74. Praising them is like ambergris, fragrant,
Without exaggerating Zainab or idols.

75. They wrote in time's pages
Mysterious to prose and pens.

76. They set forth the meter's law, so its path
Became clear for people and straight.

77. Their enviers are their witnesses, and reason's judges
Stood as rulers due to their merit.

78. Every finding succor goes to the guardian,
Maternal and paternal uncles.

79. They eased the difficult like beads of water, gently
Sweetening the wine.

80. Do not deny the poetic gaze, even if
They visit her abode insistently, even in pilgrimage.

81. For they are either married women
Equal to you, matched to them, or spinsters.

82. At least she rules
The reins of time, an exemplar.

83. And you chose her as a masterpiece, so the envious
Are profuse with charges and accusations against her.

84. My heart, glance, and self may divorce
The sinners, but the days are absolved.

85. So the generous at his prime
Is he who repeats kindness, persisting.

86. Make her the seal of enemies, and enough for me
Is your advice that musk be the seal.