1. Ask Saadi for my safety from parting,
For I have no patience to bear the separation of loved ones.

2. Parting from Saadi is not easy for me,
So ask her, though my heart is as hard as rock.

3. I complain to God that there is agony in my heart,
So my heart lies on embers above the bed.

4. I stay up so my eyelids cannot hold back their tears,
Nor can the intensity of longing cool down in my chest.

5. I have not closed my eyes to pray for forgiveness,
Yes I have closed them, but upon tears that flow.

6. The slanderers have become many and falsely accused me
With talk neither about my essence nor my appearance.

7. And they have blocked the path of reconciliation between us,
So she has not accepted me, nor heard my excuse.

8. Even if they have veiled her from the plains of my sight,
They have not veiled her from my imagination and thought.

9. And I trust that Saadi will attain her kindness,
And will carry the loads of her difficulties with patience.

10. Oh how miserable I am! I have perished from agony,
While in her hands lies my benefit and in her hands my harm.

11. If only the one I love would have mercy and care for me,
And gain tremendous reward in our union.

12. Ask the night, no, by God, my tears did not stop,
Nor have I tasted the sweetness of sleep until dawn.

13. How can sleep taste sweet to a perplexed lover
Who stays up at night, swimming in a sea of thoughts?

14. Perhaps a messenger from you will come with acceptance,
So my heart meets him with good tidings and gladness.

15. Perhaps your short nights will return to me,
And I will spend them between talks and remembrance.

16. And I will reap the fruits of union from them as they draw near,
Conversations of a sea of longing to another sea.

17. And the wine of union has clothed me in intoxication
With which I have become drunk, beyond the drunkenness of wine.

18. And a night of reproach has passed over us,
During which the tears of my eyes flowed like scattered pearls.

19. Perhaps what grieves me, foolish to the heart, will bring it rest,
And even if it brings no cure to the illness of my chest.

20. I hoped for wishes where their promises were to us
About Abul Abbaas, engraved on stone.

21. When he promises us a promise, our souls take hold
Of that matter with our hands.

22. A king close by when his name is called
To good and beauty, far from evil and harm.

23. He pardons the sinner, slow in punishment,
Quick to piety, swift to kindness.

24. Generous, he surpasses the wind in reaching high,
And rains upon the meadows his abundant downpour.

25. The deputy of the Lord of the Worlds, His trusted one
Over the secret in the affair of creation openly and privately.

26. He protects the true religion and its people
With a white Indian sword and a brown strapped sword.

27. He helps the cause of God in it and has never ceased
To set out morning and evening for fortitude and victory.

28. He established the canal of truth after its winding,
And erected pillars of glory and pride.

29. He founded gifts of delegation in positions of height,
And attached the fruitful ones among us, people of poverty.

30. And he took a stance that God knows is the stance
Of a trustee who won praise and reward.

31. Hearing, answering the prayer of a servant when he prays,
Generous, He replaces hardship with ease.

32. He has filled leadership of the people, undertaken
Reforming those among them from desert and urban areas.

33. So at times he draws near with favor and gentleness,
And at times distances with sternness and rebuke.

34. He decides but does not act on passion, and deters but not out of whim;
Rather, it is a judgement that flows on its judgement.

35. Merciful, so not harsh toward them,
Compassionate with them, more careful than a gracious father.

36. His hands remain outstretched with his provision
While his schemes against enemies run their course by night.

37. So they kill them without his sword of Saud,
And seize them with his opinions, like one who overpowers.

38. His opinion alone suffices his enemies against his armies,
For his opinions make armies unnecessary.

39. Whoever has God's victory as leader of his army,
Does not worry about numbers in battle.

40. In the Most Noble Sultan, God has an argument
Established over the people of misguidance and disbelief.

41. Do you not see how he turns away from his enemy
And entrusts the whole matter to God, the Disposer of affairs?

42. And how God has sufficed him against what he feared
And averted evil from him from every evildoer?

43. His opinion alone suffices his enemies against his armies,
For his opinions make armies unnecessary.

44. Whoever has God's victory as leader of his army,
Does not worry about numbers in battle.

45. In the Most Noble Sultan, God has an argument
Established over the people of misguidance and disbelief.

46. Do you not see how he turns away from his enemy
And entrusts the whole matter to God, the Disposer of affairs?

47. And how God has sufficed him against what he feared
And averted evil from him from every evildoer?

48. So O King who paves the way,
From a son of worries and needs of reflection!

49. We love you with a love that if some of it
Were divided upon the Creator, no wrongdoing would be found in any place.

50. And one would wear from your favors the garments of honor
In which the walker would wander boastfully in pride.

51. I have come to you while the events of nights engulf me,
Cast down, neither flowing nor swimming.

52. And I have been cast down from atop joy to the earth,
So I have met it as the pen meets the fingertip.

53. And I have woken having had my wings clipped, blaming
My disappointment in the one I hoped would grant me victory.

54. I extend the hand of hopeful wishing, flattering myself
To attain my hopes from you, O Healer of Breakage.

55. Perhaps you will have compassion for my defeat and humiliation,
And will attain my recovery and mending with healing.

56. So how much delight from others and me there has been through you!
And how many hopes of poverty I have toward you!

57. I hope, O Abul Abbaas, that my spring will tremble
And its highest points will be clothed in green leaves.

58. For I am a plant planted by your hand, you planted me
And clothed me in favors by which you raised my worth.

59. Shall I fear that praising your existence is blasphemy,
When in every abode of it there is a flowing spout?

60. I seek refuge in God and the generosity which you are worthy of,
For it is neither a trivial nor paltry thing.