1. Spring has come, so rise to pour the cup
And leave the abode with four tent pegs

2. And set out to the blessed valley and its
Sweet, pure water and shaded trees

3. These gardens have breathed out on the
Green meadows with the sweetest breath

4. And the breeze blows healing what was distorted
Of its rhythms, so it is the afflicted healer

5. And drops sprinkled on its hillsides
Like orderly, varied pearls

6. And the nightingale clapping, singing
On those plateaus and swaying branches

7. As though the flowers were cast for it
A cage of rubies and diamonds

8. Collared with powdered excellent musk
Pervading with an ambergris garment

9. Spending the night drunk on the soft branches
Of one enamored, not forgetful of the past

10. Spending the dark nights lonely and regretful
After that closeness and intimacy

11. And remain, from the excess of passion and love
Torn between hope and despair

12. So it lost moderation, and its opinions became
Prey to delusions and obsessions

13. It still laments time and complains
Of its cruel injustice without measure

14. Until God showed it Ahmad Majeed
Reviver of kingdoms, breaker of bells

15. Self-sufficient, blessed in generosity
On days of pride, protected, well-attired

16. No milder dream in the eyes of its praiser
Who sees anything promised or despairing wisdom

17. A judge wishes that the stars themselves
Spread as a carpet for him when he arrives

18. In his hands are unravelling problems and unveiling
Secrets of majesty and dispelling harm

19. And he has arrows of justice, which if loosed
Would leave the bastions of injustice like bows

20. When I stayed up late praising him in poetry
Which made my missteps guards of chastity

21. The crescent wishes that it would straighten
For with him it holds the place of a guiding lamp