1. My submission lowers upon you
I am the slave of this master

2. A king whose subjects are hearts
That have become obedient to his hand

3. Morning and evening in passion for him
He is an ocean with a sigh

4. The eyes of the narcissus have slept
While my torment did not sleep

5. I would ransom the bright white
Of his robe with my blackness

6. And I am the martyr while his glance
Is my killer though no weapon at hand

7. I swear by the narcissus cast down
And his blushing cheek

8. By the branch of his slender shape
And his gentle side

9. By what his mouth contains
Of scattered pearls

10. By the sorcery of his gaze
From which Harut takes auspice

11. By the unleashed night waving
Its fiery black tresses

12. By your radiant rising, O Ali
Through which beauty is beheld

13. Truly all beauties
Have been gathered in you alone