1. The eyes of the beholder and the beholder himself are infatuated with this charming abode
Patience can no longer contain my overflowing tears

2. For beauty itself has granted it the wishes of souls
So why do strangers and acquaintances avoid it?

3. In the valley the young gazelles
Sway when gently touched by the breeze

4. With tails of palm leaves it welcomes
Whatever heavy rain the clouds may hold

5. Do you see a fire on the sand dunes
Like a glowing blaze from the resin of perfumed wood?

6. When the shadows of night start to descend
And an unsheathed sword no longer needs sharpening

7. In love, O you with two veils, is utter submission
Those who cannot withstand passion will surrender

8. It leads wherever the guide pleases, I do not see
In your meadows or lips a pasture or fountain

9. You blamed me for my tears though initially
I did not intend to cry nor intentionally spilled tears

10. You changed from the ways of temptation and coy play
It is the nature of moons to change and turn

11. You inclined toward the slanderers without blame
Who can prevent branches from swaying?

12. My jealousy did not publicly expose your illness
Nor made it known by gossip or heavy implications

13. You blame my blessings and the sleepless nights
While you slept through a night of blessings and prosperity

14. If not for parting from the Maliki tribe
I would not weep over an abandoned camp or empty dwellings

15. You captured my heart vacant yet inhabited
And released my involuntary and unemployed tears

16. With every new crescent those tears flow more freely
Despite the harshness and glittering stars of fate

17. When stirred by the caller to passion it sways tipsily
Pouring copiously or wearing a necklace of streams

18. Kiss her visage whiter than white
Woo her eyes darker than black

19. Jasmine and gardens wilt out of jealousy
For each springtime is adorned with loveliness

20. When glory effortlessly overcomes prevention
Its means crumble and dissolve

21. They said, “The rain cloud has come to the feverish land”
Why does my patience gather then always dissolve?

22. Perhaps the groves where gazelles gather mute the echo
Nothing has kindled or sparked my soul

23. He rode the back of the clouds out of prestige
When the hills of Nejd appeared he dismounted

24. I will give voice to the praise of the honored ones
And crown the noble steeds and valorous heroes

25. Has he spread his blessings like a well-wrapped coat?
Or scattered his fortunes like a bejeweled necklace?

26. I came to him carrying the mark of dew
Conveying only the best of generosity he relayed

27. Speaking of Judd Al Aziz bin Yusuf’s generosity
Whether he smiles or from his good tidings exults