1. By my father and me, he who visited the enchantresses,
So I embraced him and kissed his magic,

2. Like the full moon is his face and light,
He came suddenly and the dawn shone,

3. With a soft, languid glance,
And a tall, graceful stature,

4. Absent though he remains,
Inclined to separation if you separate from him,

5. Oh how I wish he would befriend reunion,
And cease his aloofness and separation,

6. A waist as delicate as if
Molded by the most skilled sculptor's hands,

7. O you who bears love for him willingly,
While justice in it is forced,

8. I ransom the indifference of your glances,
For which I prepared the bones to kindle,

9. And red embers and cheeks,
Under which is water and coal,

10. O Lord the full moon has vanished from me,
So replace it with another full moon,

11. And I mixed the wine of the cup for me,
With your pure saliva and wine,

12. So when will I regain consciousness and hands
Of your intoxication and your sweetness intoxication?

13. And if the sea of worries is turbulent,
I made in it a bridge a passage,

14. And connected every night,
Gladly and soon in the morning,

15. I hope for a minister who never
Ceased being righteous to whom he owes righteousness,

16. Of restful disposition,
His tranquility calmed the ferocity of the clouds,

17. And courage that makes you forget Ziyad,
In the fray, and shows you his life,

18. A lion whose hands' might,
The roses praise their effect,

19. A king who drags the train of his gown,
On the neck of the careful,

20. Nothing preoccupies him but you, no but
Even if the passionate were calm,

21. Who satisfies the guests with his hospitality,
And the winds with sustenance,

22. I give good tidings to the seeker of his support,
When I saw the cheer of his face,

23. My master, the defender of the faith, you
Are a source of tranquility for the eye of those who hope in you,

24. By God, how many mouths has
His crown opened with his smiling mouths,

25. And for how many armies like stars,
In number and abundance is his multitude,

26. I warned him at al-Mushrifiyya,
My breasts preceded and announced him,

27. And I split him with the splitting of the armor,
A person does not hope to mend it,

28. So he repeated reciting poems,
That you composed and guaranteed him victory,

29. Nothing reveals the darkness of the overwhelming gloom,
Except the son of his father,

30. O you whose chest fills,
The terrors a chest,

31. O you whose character settled,
And you have become bitter to the enemies,

32. O best of noble deeds, most captive of people captivated,
How you have removed affliction with your palms,

33. From the sons of hopes their hardship,
And flooded them with known fingers,

34. With the honorable gift of generosity,
So precede, you are poetry itself, O sagacious one, you know,

35. Poetry Hejazi, that has
Passion that makes up for its passion,

36. Easy and strong, it is water
In its flow and rock in its firmness,

37. Be gentle with the noble Eid,
So it honored its tenth,

38. And defeat your enemy wherever he is,
For religion has made his likes forbidden.