1. Oh poetry, here is a lifetime
And here are joys and memories

2. Flashes from dawn of youth and its roses
Nourished by a heart and moistened by eyelids

3. Strutting in its ecstasy beneath them
Is the fresh green youthful branch's warble

4. Two chicks in a nest meet
A wing, a beak and a pecker

5. Stealing a kiss from her smile
Do you know how the sparrow pecks?

6. And when he lingers sipping it
He taught us how sugar melts

7. A message from his mouth to hers
Thus abbreviated are messages of passion

8. Oh Abu al-Khattab, how sweet is passion
You compose from its radiance and scatter

9. So part of it dreams on its leaves
And part of it scattered on the meadows

10. You filled the horizon with fragrance, radiance
And visions of revelation, surahs within

11. The verdant paradise depicts
And the chaste wine extracts

12. And the immortal melody sings
And the fleeting parable imagines

13. When unrestrained rapture revolves
The dust-laden poet precedes or trails

14. Soar and do not heed if a resentful one frowns
Or a pretentious one rises for his feast

15. They blamed the bulbul for what it sheds
Of its feathers though it takes pride in them

16. Tell me of bliss and its companions
Playing whatever youth and vines will

17. Was the night of revelry as
You described or imaginations and portraits?

18. And were "Na'am's" as you portrayed
Or did the portrayer exaggerate in coloring them?

19. And that “wine skin” - how fragile it is
It nearly disintegrates from its softness

20. Oh the delights! A player on the right
And on the left, a player and a presser

21. And here where the fruits dangled
And you never cease playful passion

22. Scent and kisses and other things
They said Al-Hejaz is barren when they were blind

23. While in it “Na’am” is a meadow and a stream
If the lute wails the songs of passion

24. The lute will pine and the strings will be perturbed
And if she claps her hands to the amusement

25. The valley sways and the trees sing
Passion lies slaughtered at her feet

26. And beauty in her glances glorifies
The sun bared itself before her cheek

27. It would split in two if it knew where the moon was
The red grapes spilled over her lips

28. What are the yellow pomegranates?!
And the white rose, nay, her breast

29. As if from coquetry, intoxicated
Of the peach at its peak a red

30. "Ram" or the head of a blonde angel
Carried by an affectionate blonde breast

31. Tickled by a passionate brother his
Tongue stretched out dripping honey

32. Gently Abu al-Khattab you surpassed wishes
Do you see a braided crown on the horizon?

33. Look down from the summit, at its base
How many wings of birds are broken

34. Three things I lived for and lived high
Passion, then poetry, then the pulpit

35. Without you and the poetry you created
Na'am and the night of revelry would be naught but traces

36. Without "Jamil" "Buthaina" would not be
And Abla would not be without Antar

37. Beauty without poetry would be but a flower
Toying with it a glance or two

38. But if tenderness from a poet
Or a falling teardrop attains it

39. The blood of eternity flows in its leaves
And the moon sleeps beneath its feet

40. So wonder at one with beauty shunning a poet
Tormented by immortalizing it and repulsed

41. Poetry is God's spirit in a poet
One inspires it and the other disseminates

42. Its nourishment is morals in their buds
And its water the purest modesty

43. Sublime wisdom among its names
And Eden among its homelands and fragrance

44. It has over horizons a flowering conquest
And in the water's surf an even more flowering one

45. A defiant imagination drives them
The undefeated father of conquests

46. Knowledge clings to its causes
So the towering mountains said and boulders

47. Had poetry done it justice after you unleashed it
In streams from which sparks glare

48. Dreams would row its tablets
And magic disrobes itself before them

49. Had poetry done justice you would be
A sweetened kiss in its mouth, Omar

50. Or had “Na’am” done justice after you presented her
As the greatest temptation, an exemplar

51. In a poetic innovation none dreamed of
Not "Qais" nor "Kuthayyir's" elegy

52. It was passed from plateau to plateau
And handed down by eras

53. Had she done justice she would've bared her chest
Wishing those lines be stamped

54. And clapped for “Omar” saying
With my dark eyes this brown one