1. Are you my redeemer from the anguish in my heart, O pillar of my soul,
Or are you, in your deadly ways, not afraid of punishing the servants of God?

2. If your swords do not refrain from wanton shedding,
Then their sharp edges are not made of steel.

3. Say, how can you show affection to a lover
When you do not grant him a glance of favor?

4. Had I clung to the wine of her mouth,
I would have feared the sharpness of her arched eyebrow.

5. If you wish to slake a thirst, then pour
The water of beauty over the rose apple of her cheek.

6. A coquette makes the heart of the dignified sick
Just as the love for a coquette makes the heart sick.

7. My eyes wrote her a message of union
But the glance of her eye erased it with coldness.

8. The warbling of a singing bird awakens my sobbing
Adorned with the instrument of melody.

9. The bracelets of the night knock against its feathers
With undiscovered uniquely precious gems.

10. It sang to the melody of a lute that sounded
Like the reciprocal chanting in the monastery.

11. And the night demolished raising with its darkness
The white domes over the dark minarets.

12. And the dawn picks up from its set of stars
Whatever was scattered in the horizons.

13. A flower whose lights have faded, as though it were
The lamps of musk, extinguished into stillness.

14. Like the flowers of Nawar, plucked from
Every green meadow overflowing with generosity.

15. Like arrows with which its horsemen stabbed,
Then refrained from spearing with composure.

16. Like the eyes of lovers which kar gave permission
To those who had sweetened them with wooing.

17. And the dawn flashes time after time
Like the unsheathing of a polished sword.

18. And those dark shadows dispersed from the brilliance
Of a blade that splits its determination with firmness.

19. I have experienced time like an experienced experimenter,
And conversed with its hidden side with loaded integrity.

20. In it, fortune is submissive to my palm,
Benighted with ignorance from the light of sciences.

21. And praise among people is not guaranteed
Except for Ahmad, the Most High, the Most Generous.

22. One who does not bestow gifts upon the destitute
Until he bestows upon them his inheritance.

23. He ripped through conventions with a rending sword,
A cloud bursting with thunder, shaking off sluggishness.

24. He takes refuge in a noble lineage, his house
Extending to the times of 'Aad and Thamood in the heights.

25. Circling through the sublime degrees,
With the full moon in the constellations warbling.

26. Like the sun, his position is far in the sky
Yet his rays on earth are not far.

27. He meets the faces of those seeking refuge with a smile
Of affability and a hand sweeping with generosity.

28. His honor remains unattached to any liability
And his gifts incessantly undeviating.

29. In his abode is a fertile garden, its fertility
Eternally irrigated from a running spring.

30. It is as if the night has within it stairways
Where its delegations meet with delegations.

31. The generous rushed ahead in his footsteps
Like the constantly advancing feet of a tall ostrich.

32. The turner of the two palms in the work of the Most High
Has never ceased bestowing and building.

33. And glory - your hands do not raise its building
Except with wealth, laid down with dew.

34. O son of mastership, leadership and sublimity,
And great forefathers, great ancestors,

35. Take them gathered like stars, wonders
To which its poem is watered with every poem.

36. Its necklaces were fastened upon you and long ago
Poems were composed for the generous kings.