1. Fawad's youth did not return to him out of caution
And he found peace amongst his ribs

2. And yearning lay in ambush in his soul
Those who went far cried in the pain of separation

3. Our bodies are separated in the pacts
And my patience races them while my heart burns

4. And a night we walked in, while the heart remembers
The days of intimacy and abundant tears

5. We cried until we bloodied our cheeks from ardour
And their springs surpassed them into seas

6. And we almost perished from longing in desolation
As sorrows and fire tended its wounds

7. But we pretended for the sake of one whose presence
Radiated, without his bright face, no light shines

8. We walked the delegations of night graying
And the time of our union and tomb came

9. And when we reached the homes in the evening
And dwelling grew beautiful after estrangement

10. We kissed the threshold in greeting
And our dignity thereat did advance

11. And I lined my eyelids with the dust of its soil
And so I was cured - Does dust heal the eyes?

12. Good tidings my heart! My wishes flowed
With union, and cups of blame passed

13. And I fell silent with a vow for his nearness
So he captivated me with his glances of pleasure

14. So excellent is the darkness without a third party!
And oh would that a full moon rises and a house shelters!

15. We delighted therein and love subdued while our days
Stripped it of intense rage and wine

16. We overpowered it and stabbed fate
And its supporters across time scattered

17. So it surrendered willingly and dropped its weapon
To us voluntarily while the valiant are assisted

18. And were it not for the youth from an intense glorious line
No star would have glittered in a corner of the sky

19. And were it not for his capacity against enemies and his might
No dust would have sailed in the air of wars

20. And were it not for his help when a hopeful despairs
No prosperity would have spread across all worlds

21. A generous one who has gifts every day
So there is no escape for one seeking his protection

22. Call his dwelling the abode of all glory and good fortune
For beyond him no house looks nor dwellings

23. He is Al-Qasim who makes ages seem short if he appears
For beside him the ages of calamities seem fleeting

24. He rages with brown swords that seem
As if sparks flew from them and death took off

25. When he surged into the battle plain empty of men
Minds there bewildered as he glittered

26. He has ears that when a shouter cries
Yearn for a moment stripped of shame

27. The wind races him so he surpasses it
And rage overtakes it for that humiliation

28. Disdainful, he accepts no deeds that shape
His extremities unless vigour refines them

29. They appeared like new moons when the crescents rose
Glittering, and the steeds' jewelry seemed bracelets

30. Bright of face, his shyness sets out, modesty
Stamped on his heated brow glistening

31. And if the sea were given his attainment
There would be no beaches and deserts in the world

32. So O knight of passions! May you forever be honoured
As skill leads you the ages long

33. And may you live delighted while your shining sight remains
Whether a full moon rose or Sirius glittered