1. He strode towards me, and the cold of night enveloped me
So I stayed awake, worried, thinking of him

2. A gazelle who gave me water to drink from his hands
Pure wine like the blood of a gazelle

3. When he flashes his teeth in a smile
I see a rod that is in his left hand

4. Does he kiss the roses or the thyme?
Does he smile at the cold or the beauty?

5. He has a mole that takes my heart
From passionate love, nothing else takes my heart

6. His cheek continues to glow red
Like a polished sword on pages of beauty

7. The water of beauty flows until
It becomes like a sharpened, polished sword

8. Oh God! Will the young man ever
Find refuge from the crescent-shaped eyebrows?

9. I sing the songs of virgins, I allure
The one with languid eyes and flirtatious glances

10. A rod in his belt like a dune
Swaying for it the swaying of sands

11. I stood before him, complaining of my state
While the horizon was belted with Al Jawza

12. The moist breeze lingered here
Shaking the branches of bent and straying trees

13. O ruins of love! Your ruins hid you
With the dawn, the echoes of shadows

14. If life was harsh, I quenched your thirst
With tears like the downpour of heavy rain

15. Like the dew of my dear father
Friend of the black-eyed, the pure and unsullied

16. A youth who is still blessed with gifts
Whose generosity is envied for its perfection

17. The generous vine whose promises are white
Emptying and filling cups without end

18. He pours with virtues spontaneously
Tempting with gifts before being asked

19. If their needs overcome him, he gives
And is generous before being implored

20. So he remains their dearest guest
And the bravest, if invited to war

21. His generosity relieves the needy
His sword's edge makes spearheads blunt

22. The years of help rain down his hands
Contention from which one cannot escape

23. Where each dew is a shower
And what can showers avail over rain?

24. You hoped for offspring, but you are barren
Who can hope to equal his supreme virtues?

25. I have affixed my love to my heart
Like pure wine affixed to clear water

26. I stood at his abode, and lived virtuously
Not asking the impossible about the impossible

27. My sword, if poverty makes me bare
My right hand though sins be my left

28. He respects my solitude and protects me
Cleanses my wrongs and tends to my state

29. I will clothe him in the finest praise
That rivals the finery of beauty's moles

30. And extol him with the best proverbs
Those peerless in similes and metaphors

31. Abdullah! You who bestows hands generously
Your shelter is my hope, your call my wealth

32. Yours are the greatest favors
That adorned the necks of men

33. May you remain throughout time
A permanence not bound to decay

34. And may your feast return each year
With the luckiest stars and fortune

35. Human: Thank you for translating the poem.