1. Between my sorrow and his Yusuf-like beauty
There is a relationship like the radiant dawn

2. He did not leave the bed of that betrayer
Patiently awaiting the faithful beloved

3. My eyes shed my anguish
From his sweet saliva

4. He complains of the hardness of fate
The weak complain of the injustice of the strong

5. For one who cries or laughs or is shy
Or stingy or good with mischief

6. Rich in love, poor in calm
So the poor is stranger than the rich

7. None will answer the call but the Beauty of Religion
The honey of dew, the crescent of faith

8. He whose praise we inhabit
Is supremely supreme in his glory

9. And praise that excels the display of wealth
And display that looks down on the exhibited

10. A speaker, a doer, and that is grace
That was in the Prophet before him

11. True to his word, steadfast in his covenant, flowing in remembrance, steadfast in life, abundant in love
So for him, apart from his delegation, are the vigils of days in which is either tremors of awe or the thrill of the honored

12. His song stood up for me, so it sufficed me
The trouble of attaining the summit and urging the steed

13. And I saw the people of loyalty, and how good
Is the impact of the loyal one with the loyal

14. I have become, because of him, between a rose from the branches, pure, and between delightsome grass
I am perplexed, O son of the successor, in words, and in words is maturity, if I say, O son of the successor

15. A converser from whom every eloquent one learns
A teacher whom every silent one serves

16. The lion of Allah, the black dogs of disbelief retreated
Only from his prophetly staff

17. He filled the earth with the light of manifest knowledge
He who collects the light of every praiseworthy trait

18. How much in discourse he has of insights
And positions like the outpouring of the pitcher

19. Where the mother of speech is barren
And the lines of poetry are like the overflowing of springs

20. A ruler with guidance who hits the mark so do not
Strike in his yard, deaf to guidance

21. Has praise like your house come, no praiseworthy one,
And who can cast the seeds of the comers?

22. Your worth, no blame, I have failed in words
Though I am not one who wanders confused

23. So overlook with your forbearance the lack
Of rhymes, for they have defects

24. We have never been devoid of your understanding
That does good work with every gentle guide