1. You quenched my thirst, so welcome is the drink and the pourer
With it, joy arose on the bough

2. And naught was conveyed but the masterpieces of wisdom
No cup of joy and tenderness

3. For you have created for me rapture after rapture
That flows with spirituality of diverse tastes

4. So from your line the fleeting is a provision for my sight
And hearing, and my soul's share of it remains

5. You restored my youth after seventy pilgrimages
So its clothes were renewed after being worn

6. Never was I a companion of wine
Nor did intoxication suit my moral fiber

7. It did not mix with my flesh or mingle with my blood
My Master protected me from its harm, so thanks to the Protector

8. This was in my youth, so how could it suit me
After water that quenched the thirst of adolescence

9. There is a difference between wines, so ponder
How much between attaining hopes and failing

10. One meanders between darkness and gloom
While the other meanders between light and dawn

11. O science of benevolence, you have no rival
The consensus agrees and comes together on you

12. Your beautiful poems came to me in succession
With wine from the drizzles of your thoughts' downpour

13. You sent forth treasures of literature to me
Without fear of spending them generously

14. None compares to you, a pure Arabian filly
Of noble character and esteemed lineage

15. So tell me, what are these kind eggs that hatched
Whispering secrets between inspiration and pause

16. With rooms that appeared on the horizon of their orbits
Onto gardens that bloomed on a branched expanse

17. From it, apple trees saw their breaches
And narcissus met the spell of fluttering eyelids

18. And roses suited a rosy cheek
Watered by the fresh green of the bough

19. They were adorned with the garb of Sanaa
And bejeweled with priceless necklaces

20. With the sweetest for mouths and most wondrous for eyes
And clearest for minds and most delicious for lovers

21. I saw the meteors of the sky descend to me
Greeting me with the greeting of one longing

22. Verily this is no sorcery of Babylon
For meaning has bewitched my heart, so who can heal

23. You have rendered my gratitude helpless, O Majid
Loyal to loved ones and true to your covenant

24. You claimed the debts of poetry from me, admonishing
Gently, do not rush me with burden

25. If the two cisterns were spread from their burial
To settle this debt, where could its equivalent be found

26. You continue to beautify the ways of generosity
And your worth among the virtuous is agreeable