1. My heart is not tranquil over you, so tears stand still for the dweller of ruins
Sense of crying has built up in its yards, our sights from other than it with reason

2. Its nights have gone with their splendor after they were a tent of freshness and beauty
And without my patience near me after the separation, nor is my mind focused

3. I did not expect before the day they left, that destiny would befall with terms
They left so every brother who loved and was youthful, stood remembering and questioning

4. And it was hard to remember for the pacts and injuries, fluttering of the sand grouse and breeze of the myrtles
It preoccupied my heart with futilities since I wore his blood so they are my anklets

5. Beauties emerge in the star clusters, and branches appeared in the volumes of traveled mounts
From every alluring doe of the thicket, a gorgeous and deer-like one winks at me

6. Whose fairness the youth watered and dressed their mantles in company of coquetry
The glances do not stumble under it unless with whiteness or brownness of gazelles

7. The emaciations display flirtation so the doting guardian thinks it is emaciations of boredom
Tell the blamer over craze in passion, “Leave me for you have no part in love and what is mine”

8. That I lean for the beauties with nature, like the son of mynah to bestowals
My master but master of time and one whose traces became examples of examples

9. Abdul Latif, the composer and ink which its remoteness blackened it from forms
To merit, his hands planted orchards so he harvested with it ripe fruits and grand values

10. This whom without his sublimity, our times would not be blessed fortuity
This whom clouds of his palm give on the day of bestowal with pouring heavy rain

11. He takes pains and merits making gear, and protection for honor not for money
How much verses of piety were written on the cheek of the fool from proof and example

12. No breeze in the two valleys if it blew among gardens in a night of trains
Hypocrisy spent the night maybe towards life until it became aromatic from the mounts

13. A day with most fragrant of his traits which pour out generosity and beauty of morals
O son of the most righteous, the emaciation of poverty was not but they are its shadiest shadows

14. With your arrival, Damascus cheered and its spaces turned narrow valleys to burdens
And with you days became full moons after their joy erased with erasing crescent

15. And time’s sullen face smiled and breezes of blessing opened flower of hopes
By God if it were not for generosity of your glory in the world, there would not be attainable bestowal