1. My passion remains undiminished by patience,
Nor is my heart consoled by tears.

2. I have become more woeful than a valley stream,
And more longing and melancholy.

3. My mind may grieve out of joy,
Not like one filled with nightingales.

4. I spend the night embracing whom I love,
While she embraces me, awake in yearning.

5. A toast to the past joys now replaced
By today's sorrows!

6. A toast to them always with my tears,
As rain was scarce to quench their thirst.

7. Where calamities are unafraid of their havoc,
Where my love, whenever pleased, is gentle.

8. Where the meadow is a garden and desire a flower
Whose fruit the hand of hopes picks ripe.

9. Where all fruits are plucked
Before branches sag with ripeness.

10. Where rosy cheeks and red lips appear—
Are they anything but white pearls and red pomegranates?

11. May God spill in him a heart forever
Infatuated, submissive forevermore.

12. Longing for the rosy cheek of that smiling face
Which thirsty tears cannot sate.

13. The memory of her torment becomes pleasant to him
Even when her slim figure is bent with age.

14. So leave me, O cupbearer, to my occupation
And do not blame me in love, O drunkard!

15. Do not burden my heart to conceal the fire of passion
For the heart of a lover has no concealing.

16. I hid it like I hide my emaciated body
And made my tears a hidden expression.

17. Hiding it increasingly reveals it
Like the superior virtue of our time's supreme judge.

18. The arbiter, the lawful decisive one,
To whom time yielded in obedience.

19. The scholar, the practicing sage, the verified expert
Whose overflow poured clarity and explanation.

20. The leader of Islamic law, treasure of generosity—
We were given favors beyond favors.

21. His excellence did not overtake his beginning,
Even if he walked and his men rode horses.

22. His rest poured like his thoughts
Dazzling people with his favors and grace.

23. He judged well when his virtues prevailed,
Never ceasing to be a benevolent patron.

24. An ocean of generosity—how abundant are his virtues!
It would drown us if its springs burst forth.

25. I have good news: his poems will include me
Among the servants of his court—was I ever a coral bead?

26. I will delight in praising him
Though the stars twinkle while I fall short.

27. He whose virtues cannot be counted,
For whom everything in the world is trivial.

28. He whose noble lineage is highest in distinction,
Who revived the land like rain, at times.

29. He who had mercy on people through God,
And thus will God always be Merciful.

30. He whose praise made his praiser
Prouder—so Al-Hasan is now Al-Husayn.

31. O you who made our praise of you our treasure forever,
So the sweet basil smells more sweet.

32. And when his qualities are recited, who would
Turn their affection elsewhere out of goodness?

33. To you this poem, whose hand I have long sought
But my voice was not permitted to be bold.

34. Bilqis's verse and throne of pearl—
Who but Solomon could match her?

35. I do not rush you for her sake,
It is I who slumber while you remain awake.

36. I submit my love in lasting joy and elevation,
Flying from sorrow, homeland, and homes.

37. Her poetry did not turn the leaves as eloquent
About him, nor echo odes.