1. Your glances and graceful figure
Especially in the morning after being folded in cloth

2. I pity your buttocks and thighs
And my mercy towards your slim cinched waist

3. What's with your tall, delicate body
Bending smoothly, not abruptly

4. The rain channels envied it over the meadows
So for it the educated trembled

5. What ails your tribe, neither fertile nor prosperous
Who settled the valleys yet are grubby and unkempt

6. They left the ravines covered
With doves moaning, turtledoves cooing

7. You strut in necklaces after your chief
None but the necklace of the polished sword

8. If the year is unfruitful, my tears
Will water your saplings that have not withered

9. Leave your affairs and the business of flowing
To a house adorned with two flags

10. Her racers galloped so I said "Stop!"
As if on a hillside I said "Restrain yourself!"

11. Who can I blame, I'd sacrifice him
From an oppressor, I'd ransom him from a reconciler

12. Sometimes he meets you fleeing, other times
More gentle than the breeze itself and kinder

13. Deck yourself in necklaces like an eloquent gazelle
And teeth like a canal's, sparkling

14. He veiled himself, appearing like a full moon
So I see you, chaste as a fawn

15. As if his cheek were sheet of camphor
Inscribed with pure musk in letters

16. For shyness, his glances lowered like a narcissus bend
While the rose of his cheek was not yet plucked

17. A leg turns a translucent flask
Cinched - so how does your fiery passion kindle?

18. With a flexing fold not shaken
Embracing, the wine of his saliva not yet sipped

19. As for the white of his eyelids, nothing reddened his cheek
Except a cup, if not for shame in the tavern

20. The occurrence of parting sent him
Torrents of tears atop blossoms doubled over

21. And the day of separation softened his stony heart
So it remained like his supple temple

22. And my heart is like the full moon's station
I see the moon of felicity entered the heart of the sailor

23. I saw him then with a mole on his cheek
So who can compare to him without disgrace?

24. When the full moon set, how its light
Brightened my innermost dark night

25. After frowning, I mirrored him as if
He were the face of the praised and worshipped king

26. A lucid kingdom, and time entirely
A haunt, and most fertile in the arduous age

27. He loved reconciliation - how many disobedient
And hostile he loved in his love

28. With which wing did the stars of his spears
Not shine? Content without capture

29. As if the souls of his enemies' bodies
Were fruit whose branches were not picked

30. He returns to the old house, its foundation
And settles into the generous, noble lineage

31. You see him marching at dawn of swords yet
No specter of fear in the night of his thought

32. And if he aims lofty glory, his gaze
The envious look at him from an obscure corner

33. He led regiments before reaching puberty
Nobility, not cowardice, and without fear

34. Horses not hesitant toward enemies
And at no time focused except their dovecote

35. Perfect in number with his spear on the day of battle
Honored, from him a piercing on the day of reckoning

36. O You, the King whom I gave reign
Of my heart, authority of an inquiring ruler

37. And none of the kings flowed like you, blameless
So you surpassed the place of the arbiter

38. You imprisoned but released, your decree dissolved
You, son of Joseph, exemplar in Joseph

39. How much fine jewelry you disdained
And withdrew its glory from the polished

40. Yet shackles are the adornment of steeds - and who knows?
The reward may come to one who does not refuse

41. In which of your necklaces did you not feel at ease?
And with which chain of honor exaggerated?

42. The tribulation of time enveloped you in its bitterness
But the separation, without its lines, would not be known

43. You clung with fetters to the beloved
Lightened from your devotees with affection

44. A remedy for the realms' ailments, his gentleness
Not neglectful in resolve nor authoritarian

45. Fulfilling while covenants did not fulfill
So how could I doubt and he did not breach?

46. A refuge which calmed the tumult of chaos
With his resolve the sublime course of the nourisher

47. Which ardent zeal for generosity revived
And which precious thing did he not ruin?

48. News you inform which, if woe flows,
Soothes anxiety and relieves the distressed

49. I see you, face of air not clear
Free, earth's horizon not carpeted uniformly

50. The train not bound to it, unrestrained
And the hanging tresses not braided

51. So there which educated was not shaken?
And which armor not tasked?

52. Wondrous that day whose sky
Was not gloomy and mountains not quaking

53. How you marched on the day of singular success
And stood on the day of praiseworthy stance

54. The ranks of your army, each surpassing your waist
Toward the realms of angels, lined up

55. Blood of the horsemen the pool in which
Their spears wrote, not a parchment

56. Now O pains of afflictions, be content
And O eras of time, reveal yourselves

57. The enemies' anxiety is defeat but
The enemies' anxiety is due to the quaking staunch

58. Your noble repose granted rest
With which time never granted

59. Grace from He who revives and ruins - justly
And distances in God and favors

60. You met Him on my day - His aid and might
With a banner of help with wise percipience

61. In which fleeing region did resolve not heed
Its need? Yesterday, did His wrath not tempest?

62. He suffices you without affectation - the creation of dew
No good in an affectation that came contrived

63. He counted connections from contact established
Sincerely, not distracted nor hypocritical

64. Resolute, his sword arm is long
Fulfilling, and more lucid than the scripture's face

65. Your right hand extended and in its extension no disgrace
You returned to the most subtle place

66. So there came seasons of bliss in floods
Dragging the train of a gown or cloak

67. She is the adornment of gentle singing and desire of
Cheeks' down and ambition of the compassionate

68. Protect her pearls, O sea of dew, hoarding
And speak of the shells of praises so address!

69. There is no plain or plateau but her home
Frequented by a lover circling

70. She is ascribed to the grandeur of the noble Hijaz
And to Iraq, subtlety and tenderness

71. So for that no clement reproached her much
For her majesty or beauty imitated