1. Stand at the stages or like a preacher of its gazelles
For the heart recognizes them by their markings

2. I did not cry when its clouds spread their texts
Except for their need for their winds

3. And many a departing woman wipes her tears
The lightning laughs at the ground of its plain

4. So it is as if its embers are from my ribs
And as if the bulk of my tears are from its water

5. I'm sorry for the two noble sayings, a painful word
Its wings have pity on its tones

6. And the full moon dances from the singing of its pigeons
And the land laughs from the crying of its skies

7. And it is as if the beauty of its goodness in its expanse
Strung the pearl necklaces from its pebbles

8. So it quenched Damascus, every heavy-stepped
Walking, dragging from the excess of its floods

9. The fluttering of the gentle, dignified
The fragrance of the breeze exhales from its spaces

10. It smiled with his smile, so she talked
About the concealments of beauty in her interiors

11. I cry over the shortened of its days
If it lasted and the outstretched of its heights

12. And I have not walked at night seeking pleasure
Except with the moons from its darkness

13. I want praise for the protectors of its lions
My effort distracts me with the traits of its gazelles

14. I am amazed how its virtue is denied
By people whose religion is revived by its sons

15. He awakens the mountains of his knowledge in his chest
Like the mountains of Syria in its deserts

16. She hastened to his wooing, so her hands were
The beautiful woman does not dislike her peers

17. And I have seen what I have seen of virtue
The parables have testified to it from its enemies

18. He who takes the mountains lightly, the patience of his forbearance
And the hardships are stingy on the day of its modesty

19. Similar in benevolence, its promptness stumbles
Missives of his call follow, articulate verses

20. The subtleties of the unseen have blunted the sharpness of his mind
Indeed, the swords owe their majesty to their sheaths

21. Were it not for his call, he would not have trusted himself
With the safety of one whose intellect burns him

22. His events feared the enemies, as if
The swords of India were molded by his opinions

23. And as if the brown birthmarks, their texture
Were branded, after his praise circulated

24. The hand of his kindness extended, so for it
The fingers of love have shortened towards its beloved

25. You have erected, O Judge of Judges Muhammad
The lines of highness and raised the thickness of its building

26. And you spread the banners of Sharia after
Being folded, so justice walked under its banner

27. How is the way to you for one fallen
Seeking the stars, the flowers in its loftiness

28. Creation withers blaming you
While the faces of the questioners are restored by its water

29. It was possible for its appearance to be hidden
If the sun in its lights could be hidden

30. And you have merits like the many stars
The stars tire before counting them

31. And I was determined to fulfil its obligations
When I slipped and did not stand up to it

32. The days cut me off from you and the
Turbidity of the nights always falls short of its purity

33. If I were able to the sea of your praise now
I would have written the pages of its dawn with its evening

34. I have given generously, so if I delay
You will not regret giving it

35. And there will come to you at dawn a young girl
Gifted in virtue and loyalty to her guardian

36. Revealing in her the hearing and the visions are dazzled
By the beauty of her face and her storytelling

37. I have singled you out with intimate connection and the envious
Were grieved by her rejection and estrangement

38. She resembled your blessings in proliferation
From every immortal harmony

39. The minds race to know her face
Before the narrators come with her news

40. So prepare, as a good deed, if not prepared
Would be hidden, and I do not mean displaying it

41. For long have you polished the sword of the gazelles
Increasing the radiance of their beauty and brightness

42. And the dawn is not a polished mirror
Unless the sun of morning rises with its splendor