1. Surely I plead forgiveness in love and sorrows,
Yet why do my eyelids stay awake while the moon of my beloved sleeps in his love?

2. He grieves without ceasing, and sorrows and passions remain,
Like a spear that kills the lions when they roar,

3. With glances that sing to them softly.
My soul boils with desire for him while awake,

4. Yet dreams allow me to meet him at night.
With his line of excuses, like the letter 'laam', beauty itself is hard to blame.

5. O my critic, stop blaming a passionate lover,
His hair has turned white, yet his passion remains young.

6. It pours when the morning breeze blows from the valley,
And sighs when the clouds bring rain.

7. Yearning for the bright, tender faces,
Like the eggs of an ostrich, pure white.

8. Their demure glances are sorceresses,
And being pleased with them, along with the magician, is everlasting.

9. From each dark-tressed one, her face is the dawn
And the radiance of her brow dispels the darkness.

10. Her moles are like beauty-spots, and the gazelle,
Her cheek reveals and hides like the full moon.

11. The rose, vivid red on her cheek,
And the soft branch have perfect symmetry.

12. O abode of Salma, I send you greetings
And the extinguishing of tears and peace.

13. Why beg beyond the hand of the benevolent one
Who mended the tatters of my comfort, giving permanence?

14. That eminent king whose kindness
Is his nature, and his generosity reckless.

15. Of ample provision, and favors that
Outweighed burdens, however massive.

16. If the evil of villains darkened his face,
It shone, his smile radiant.

17. Awe-inspiring, yet he never frightened his neighbor,
Nor exhausted his own wealth, nor envied.

18. O valiant lion, brother of battle,
Son of the fearless hero clad in indomitable armor!

19. None find safety from his hand once enraged,
Like the sea plunging lives into his fingers,

20. Generously, and his might scattering armies.
Lord of meadows, unique in opinion, his sword adorned with rust,

21. In war you’ll find him fixed in the vanguard, advancing if feet slip.
In a year of drought, you’ll find the lord of pastures

22. Where the desperate and lost take refuge.
Eloquent in speech, his words engraving

23. Silence, like carving on solid rock.
His ambition takes him high

24. To bestow from his noble spirit.
Were it not for his open palm’s rain of generosity,

25. Kindness itself would be unknown and favor.
My Master - Glory of the Faith - O tall mountain,

26. Forbearing, though hot coals and brands anger him.
O Kaaba of munificence, your land a refuge

27. For a quarter of all chivalry, pardoning all sins.
After the tyranny of its people, I forgot it -

28. The Abode of Peace - and the hands of Islam grew firm.
You bolstered the authority of the king, strengthening

29. What was crumbling, restoring order.
Through your kindness, O Abu Al-Fadl, who

30. Made generosity a tradition, dispelling miserliness.
You whose spring of generosity still runs

31. Sweetly, crowded by the thirsty.
You who made it glorious in the world,

32. An abundance conferred continuously from your hands.
You are the pride of this world and its delight,

33. You are fate itself and your soldiers are the days.
By you the villages of tithe collectors were destroyed

34. Generously, and a people of dignity established.
The white-clawed lions submitting to you

35. As the brown hyenas withered away.
The angels served you, bowing in their crowns,

36. Humbly, while they were servants to your guests.
So peace settled on the hot territories

37. And doves sang in the fortresses.