1. In Soleima's abode on al-Aqeeq, my greetings
It was watered with dew like my tears of sorrow

2. And not once did it cease being a meadow in its breeze
Whenever an ailing one comes, it is the cure for my sickness

3. It is a trysting-place for my loves and market for my nudity
An abode of my youth and home of my passion

4. Pastures that spring continues to be generous with
Every downpour of rain for someone seeking help

5. It is a home where I suckled playfulness in its valleys
For a time without yet feeling anguish for weaning

6. Whenever I see my arrows there every morning
Wrestling with glances from her eyes with arrows

7. You see it a stick in a sand dune when it inclines
And a shining morning under the wing of darkness

8. It smiles with a lightning-flash as if its illumination
Sparkled like lightning in the depths of clouds

9. When it slides down its veil in fear
I drank wine from behind a freckled cheek

10. And a night of perfection whose beauty was shortened
By the crescent, like an excellent full moon

11. When a rebuker reprimands, he returns excusing
For the beauty of her excuse is like a misspelled word

12. It quenched me when the sun’s cup did not show coffee
Gleaming like a sun in the cup of a goblet

13. So I came early, wearing from its bubbles
Necklaces of pearls, chokers and pairs

14. A juice, that if the water makes its cup barren
I saw is sweeter than water and more delicious to drink

15. I stayed infatuated, drunk on the intoxication
Of saliva, it intoxicated me and the wine intoxicated me

16.
Next to a garden I was pleased with its beauty

17. It is like the dew of Ibn al-Dawami so it is unmatched
A young man who represents my eyes and army

18. And reached with his purpose my hopes and desires
Handsome like the chest of a sword, more beautiful in belonging

19. To a family of moons and high distinction
Braver than a torrent that protects him

20. When he shoots in the morning as a skilled shooter
Rarely apologizing to those hoping for his help

21. For his wellspring is fresh with a large crowd
With determination whiter than white fabric

22. When serious in battles like an Indian sword
As if the dew were his lover, and for his love

23. If he touches it, like Arooh ibn Hazam
Tolerant of enemies and wealth, his neighbor

24. Is scabbards; so he is not unjust
Lighter in the day of battle than his sword

25. Wiser in forbearance than the summits of doves
You see him wearing clothes of praise

26. While bare of both the blameworthy and blamer
Generous in endeavor, none in life has his equal in munificence

27. Nor in good deeds a peer
I swore by it, like al-Qasi, shooting arrows

28. Wrestling with disheveled hair like arrows
They came to glorious Mecca, performed umrah

29. And circumambulated the Sacred House and Station
Indeed, I gained from the bounty of Abi Faraj the youth

30. My brother in kindness, the height of my desire and hopes
He has the most lofty resolve and disposition

31. That all the prestigious learn glory from
Trustworthy in religion, which he built his pride on

32. And presided with sincerity above the heads of giants
I will not forget the mention of nobles with gifts

33. He showed us oceans of generosity, and they are great waves
And he enriched me beyond any stigma of his pardons

34. To drink the water of gifts in waves
So remain, Abidullah, in the shade of blessing

35. And clear bliss heralding eternity
And may the holidays always be accustomed to you