1. My happiness increased when I was near her
But she went away, saying "Bid me farewell"

2. Her features glowed, so the sun bore her away
On a branch, on a mountain of foam

3. With mouth like a spring of Nabhan, so it
Revives, though her glances cause perdition

4. Were the shadow of his shirt to touch her, it would perish
As would one decked in silks of Yemen

5. I did not think I would see a moon
And by my side put out her face

6. Why should I and the wind be here, when she came
And drinking between spear-tips and roses?

7. Her furnishings are "Ease" and her cheeks "Roses"
And the drink in her sweet and the draughts pure wine

8. And the wind in her hair, her freshness,
Her conversation and the eye and the cheek

9. I forget when I visit her, though the wind
Of coquetry has tangled her curling tresses

10. In her cradle we fought a battle
From which I emerged lord of the pact

11. None has fought it but me, nor entered it
Save my hand and mine alone

12. Were it not for morn turning her from me
I would turn playfulness into seriousness

13. O Lord, until morn takes me
From her and my virtue opposes me

14. Were it not that I follow those
Whose moons set, I would perish from passion

15. I emulate Damascus when there departed
From her the star of good fortune

16. He has a Lord whose decisive speech
And excellent answers are sound judgment

17. He does not turn from a steed roaming
To other than bounty and righteousness

18. The years heap up ashes while he attains
What takes the place of crops and harvests

19. When the war-cry calls, he calls for a hero
Who struts between white and black banners

20. He plunges into the fray with a shining sword
That takes no joy in the scabbard's company

21. Moist of abode, as if its greenery
Were the first down upon the cheeks of boys

22. It uproots grave fears, day after day
With continuous glory and renown

23. The highest titles came to him in throngs
Calling him to the first without promise

24. But he chose the second and said to it
"None has attained the first but my grandfather"

25. The Prophet's grandson, though he is humble
Is still above the throne of Jupiter

26. Honor Ali's son, whom the mill of war on the day of multitudes
Has left wavering

27. Of the lords who with them ruled existence
And marked with descendants their line

28. Their destriers and their works on the day
The momentous joined with the wondrous

29. They ruled and you ruled, so I thank
The best of those my praise guides

30. They lasted and you have remained a refuge, lasting as long as they lasted
And their imam in peace and in war

31. You meet times in prosperity
With success, well-being, and joy

32. And you drive want away with generosity, as
My happiness increased when I was near her