1. How did you get used to estrangement and abandonment
Deliberately, without expecting any reward

2. For a lover who is afflicted by passion
And reaps nothing but patience from his patience

3. Every deceiver wrongs him
Burdening him with the burden

4. And a coquette created as a sedition
Whose eyelids fabricate magic

5. On a mound or on a plain
On a twig which he made flourish

6. I love him whether he kills me or wrongs me
Or does not uncover my distress

7. The palm of beauty supplies him
Completing and shortening the waist

8. And lining above the roses on his cheek
Clear justification that justifies

9. I have not forgotten kissing him before sleep
And being far from that mouth

10. And between us from the scent of his breath
The breeze spread the scent of perfume

11. While the meadow is green and its leaves
Carried pearls from its dew

12. And the cloak of darkness has been lowered
Shielding what is beyond us a veil

13. The flowers are like flowers and have become
The horizon for them a river

14. And the moon tells from its face
A full moon that shames the full moon

15. The face of Ubaydullah is the one
Whose kindness enslaves the free man

16. The one who has become the mouth of wishes
Mocking us with what he has squandered

17. I swear by the house that transgresses
Its disheveled visitors covered in dust

18. That Amin Al-Din is righteous to those
Who give him favor and righteousness

19. Soil that cultivates the soil of glory
If it enriches those who have no trace

20. How strange is what the wealth escaped from my hands
Yearning for its obtainer to escape

21. You see death's black soldiers for him
When the antelope's whiteness turns red

22. And the most wondrous is the friction of his pens
With their typographic dark inscription

23. His generosity concealed my conditions
With an ocean of generosity that shames the ocean

24. May Allah protect you man
Whose rest his generosity has made abundant

25. He upholds goodwill out of love for him
And abandons vulgarity and estrangement

26. O honor of Islam, O comforter
Whose munificence sweetened our lives

27. I lived so how much I complained about a garment of
Distress, destitute and blameworthy

28. Since the day I crossed over, my eyelids became
Forgetful, wakeful, tearful

29. They look after poetry for you, and that is right for them
When you were the one who looked after poetry

30. So who was saturated by your hands
O you of hands, infatuated, infatuating

31. He lost his patience from him and transgressed
The measure of longing with him became ample

32. He used not to be patient a day, so he has
Become counting the day and month

33. He loves to read from your books
As a substitute for your nearness, a line

34. And to see clothes carried
Ten to his doors, ten

35. You still host the poetry guest who
With your kindness prospers