1. The one whose hearts almost fly for her sake,
The alive, the one with the charming veil.

2. She doesn't know and the blond girl colors her cheek,
Is it the vessel or is it the elixir?

3. She blamed the cups so they affected who claimed,
That the planets have no influence.

4. She crooned, so she looked like a doe, the darkness covered her.
The anklets and the bracelets missed her.

5. So get up for a leg whose shine,
If it loved you, would make you needless of what crystal carries.

6. And drink on the soft cheek some freshness from the dew,
A cheek that has from the loved one wounds.

7. They foam and froth in the cups as if
It is fire that camphor falls on.

8. And the loved one’s crown glows like a bride
Who has traveled and the jealous one stretches the cover.

9. Do not seek pleasures before they come,
And decline when the inevitable brings them.

10. If time obeys you for an hour,
It disobeys you a year, so time is treacherous.

11. I'm amazed how prohibition prevents you
From it while your Creator is generous and forgiving,

12. And a small sin blocks you from passion
While a big sin to God is small.

13. It is enough for the dew an honor that its supervisor,
Is the one whose ashes are generous even if he is poor.

14. And it is as if his cheek and mole
Are in the writer’s hand like his written book.

15. The commander, the prohibiter, the obeyed, the skillful,
The strong armed, the cutting, the thanked.

16. Independent in his gifts for his chastities,
And few of them are risks and oceans.

17. Good, his eyes and heart sleep,
And he is awake for the needs of the servants.

18. And a great glory whose rising
Comes to whoever seeks it and its presentation is plenty.

19. So if he travels, then the experienced knight,
And if he judges, then the elite writer.

20. He is the axis of the cycle of politics not knowing,
With him judgments and affairs revolve.

21. Glory be to the Creator, in front of guidance on,
The love of leniency and piety implanted.

22. If his prophet claimed what was revealed in him,
No wicked would deny believing him.

23. You still, oh Ibn Al-Baz, are a falcon of prides,
The eagle of the sky, part of it is stuffed.

24. My doves did not sing like your afflicted ones,
And no generosity flowed in the gardens like yours.