1. My heart is wounded, crying throughout the night,
My eyes pouring tears from passionate yearning.

2. Longing, confusion, thoughts, and grief,
A fire from separation burning in my heart.

3. My yearning grows at times after time,
When a gleam of lightning flashes, it starts to shine.

4. If she reveals herself from behind the veil
My heart nearly bursts from ardency and zeal.

5. I recalled the era of my beloved and a place
Where there was dew, basil, and diffusing musk.

6. Days of returning to play as a youth,
Frolicking in the field of adolescence.

7. Days when young maidens inspire love,
We grant them affection and loyalty that they beckon.

8. A maiden sways coquettishly, as though
She is a twig atop a delicate branch bending.

9. She has a sweet smile and gaping lips,
A supple bough, cinched waist, and glowing chest,

10. Adorned with jewelry, gleaming.
Her face shining brighter than the full moon's light.

11. Her saliva is cool water, flavored
With the choicest wine if she wakes up early.

12. I cannot forget the days of reproach when
I concealed my love while she made it obvious.

13. She whispered reproach between us as if
I signaled my affection yet she declared it aloud.

14. We hid our love fearing gossip, but
Our tears in passion and longing gave it away.

15. When she saw my hair turning gray, she turned
Away, for young women shun an aging man.

16. She left me with a heart melting in bitterness
And eyes pouring tears like rain.

17. So I said to her, fearing God our Lord,
But she said gray hair is uglier than poverty.

18. I left not knowing where to go.
So here I am, swimming in a sea of confusion.

19. My blessings were replaced with misery, and
I found death more comforting than what I'm enduring.

20. When I saw fate overturning,
I returned to the matter that is best.

21. I set out for Isa, heading towards the Master,
Not deterred by desolation and hardship.

22. He is the glorious, generous, and kind among Arabs,
A descendant of the Sultan bin Saif Al-Mamduh.

23. I praise you, sun and moon of time,
With sincere praise, none but you I laud.

24. You have bestowed generously without favor,
Exceeding until you seemed to jest.

25. Your sublime grace has enthralled me,
So think not that I shy away from your company.

26. I remain reveling in your gifts with gratitude,
How can one who rests not repay gratitude?

27. My praise of you is my trade through time,
For you are the sea of generosity, glory, and freshness,

28. You have always brought and spread joy.
No need but to you it refers,

29. No matter we seek but through you succeeds.
No grateful one but returns in thanks,

30. No beseecher finds you but achieves.
No destitute but you better his affairs,

31. No wretch comes to you but prospers.
I greet you like the shining moons, nay brighter,

32. Your wisdom like mountains, nay loftier.
Undeterred from you by great distances.

33. Ancient poetry boasts of you through time,
Continuing to flow and frolic.

34. When weighed for meaning and refinement,
All other poetry seems deficient.

35. She gains renewal over time whenever
An evening or dawn passes upon the world.

36. If she is recited, every listener is enthralled,
Lighter compositions seem deficient next to her splendor.