1. The night wore its veil, smiling since it appeared,
The light of guidance dawned and the darkness dissipated.

2. It guided a lover who lingered in the night of estrangement,
When it guided, the days stretched ahead.

3. The morning dew from the wine of his saliva,
Became intimate, as if it were mercury.

4. The wine caressed his cheeks gently,
They blushed and were covered in ruby color.

5. It returned double the connection that emerged from it,
When its loyalty was evident.

6. It clung to me voluntarily and slept on my arm,
Using it as a pillow, and my limbs as its bedding.

7. I embraced it gently and held it closely,
As the necks fell asleep.

8. Until it was adorned with my arms,
Wearing them as necklaces, shyness overcoming it.

9. The light prevailed over the darkness and they wished,
If only it could be ransomed, the souls its ransom.

10. I did not know if the dawn’s light advanced its army,
Scattering, the rays its banners.

11. Or if the light of the sun of faith illuminated the gloom,
When it appeared, and for it the hearts are the heavens.

12. A sun, when the heights keep watch over it,
And when it rises, it is as if it were the full moon.

13. When it is armored, gentleness is its armor,
And when it is clothed, beauty is its cloak.

14. Of the tribe of Abs, who when they are enraged,
The valleys frown and the winds howl.

15. And if they are lenient, the swords weep, and if they pardon,
The dew laughs and the clouds disperse.

16. A people through whom troubles are removed, and from them,
Generosity is hoped for, even if times are hard.

17. Their munificence preceded requests,
Preceding generosity, and so are the generous.

18. They are the refuge for one who seeks protection, and demise,
For one who transgresses - so bliss and misery.

19. My master, sun of the faith, O you whose palm,
Quenches thirst, and with it the enemies are thirsty.

20. I complain to you of a creditor of longing that has become,
Rebellious, with no consideration.

21. My longing for your eminence is too great to be,
Enumerated and quantified.

22. So submit, for you are the best master to be hoped for,
Or sacrificed to, and for you are the white hands.

23. The rain of your munificence still pours silver,
Or gold, satisfying the poor.