1. The night's veil parted, unveiling its branches,
So the leaves of its valley glided and swayed on the trees.

2. She approached, resplendent in her finery,
Like a bough adorned with rows of pearls.

3. The bulbul of her anklets sang joyfully
A song foretelling the arrival of destiny and triumph.

4. Like an intrepid hero, she risked meeting me,
Sundering obstacles and braving danger's path.

5. I continued kissing the place she trod,
Though my teary eyes could not discern her form.

6. As if, from my eyes, she hid in a cave
Whose beauty the houris and nymphs envied.

7. Never did the star Capella rise with such brilliance,
Nor the Crown shine with a moon so fair.

8. Her languid eyes are tended by gazelles
Whose charming glances leave nothing untouched.

9. When she smiles, the cynic says to the gentle breeze,
"This is the beloved pearl, so veil it with care!"

10. When the vines of the valley trill with joy,
Do not disturb her, O murmuring stream, but be patient.

11. She is a garden of beauty the Almighty has preserved,
Where flowers and fruits stand in place of stars.

12. Mountains bow before her hips in awe,
While her bosom makes pomegranates blush in modesty.

13. If the gardener sensed her fragrance, he would say
"You have stolen the perfume of my garden and trees!"

14. When her hand is bared of its plumes,
Blessings flow from it, protected from harm.

15. Her posture is slender like a spear,
Pliant to embrace, play, and conversation.

16. I gathered her to me impetuously, without caution,
Embracing peril between fear and daring.

17. I asked, "Is there a noble man who merits her,
Despite the reproaches of the vile and base?"

18. Passion melted him until her visage
Could scarcely be discerned for the agony of love.

19. She inclined to me a tempting neck,
As if she had shed the covering from a bud.

20. She entrusted her shoulder to my caress,
Fearing not the destruction of my passion.

21. When the lamps were extinguished and the birds were still,
When the vines stretched calmly across the trees,

22. When she bid farewell to a sun on a branch
More splendid than dawn in the darkest night,

23. I said to my eyes, as she left,
"Good fortune has appeared and dawn has broken."

24. So the Almighty set my eyelids in torrents
That vied with the streaming tears of the devout servant.

25. May you remain, O noble pillar, resolute,
Though heroes falter and minds wander in confusion,

26. O severest censor whose righteous wrath descends
From the pinnacle of principle or dearth of vision.

27. You charge into the fray when darkness falls,
With a fading spear or persistent memory.

28. You say to the lightning, "Wait for me, my friend,
On my trail," while none can descry your approach.

29. You are a king mounted on a king,
Who breathes only by the will of the Almighty.

30. You are an eagle in its nest,
Its wings bound, unable to take flight.

31. With your arrows you smite the foe,
Pelting them with rocks and pebbles.

32. Your bare blade descends like the judgment of God
Upon the proud, the prestigious, and the mighty.

33. Stained with the blood of heroes, some may mistake it
For a tongue unleashed from the inferno of hell.

34. With it your glory has torn through countless champions,
Routing the squadrons before the walls.

35. Warriors crowd around it unafraid,
Heedless of fear or caution.

36. Only lions spawn heroes like you,
Whose valiance is sharper than their fangs.

37. You unsheathe the sword for God since childhood,
Bringing joy after despair with your triumphs.

38. You never accept the oppressor's call to injustice,
Nor sell aid to the oppressed for riches.

39. Thus the West becomes a flourishing East through your splendor -
The jihad nurtured by your wisdom.

40. You have freed souls from every sin
As pure white is cleansed of all dirt.

41. You continued to wage holy war until dissension
Among the Muslims betrayed the Lord of Men.

42. You sheathed your sword and chose Damascus,
As you once chose Medina when fleeing Mecca.

43. You found solace in patience and its bitterness,
Submitting to the will of God and fate.

44. He who arms himself with sublime patience
Wins victory and grace from the Divine.

45. Perhaps the day of arduous Hunayn will be followed
By the triumphant dawn of Badr, by God's decree.

46. O Kaaba of munificence, whoever loves you
Attains the pleasure of God and perfect worship.

47. So accept, my lord, my poetry
Though lost among the melodies of songstresses.

48. Nothing pleases me but your approval, so if
I attain it, I am adorned with purest pearls.

49. May your affection endure, for the darling of hearts depends on you
And you inspire in her the most luminous thoughts.

50. Remain forever generous, gracious and kind,
The most perfect creature God has made.