1. Does the one who sheds my tears have any tears in his eyes
While yearnings have descended upon him in solitude

2. Why then do you not restrain my hand from shedding tears
Do you not know that therein lie remedies

3. It is as if my tears were a soul gifted to me
I lament from those maidens' flowing springs

4. I was content to give wealth and soul in passion
So why do you interject about my soul and money

5. O dwelling that hosts stronger than its family
Until he became empty of vigor in the morning

6. May Allah forbid me comfort without you and them
Should my like console you, I would not care

7. And I have for you what you know of loyalty
And newly found never parts from my mind

8. My eyes see you as if I am present
And if I am with you in love, distant

9. I sell cheaply if lightning flashes my tears
To settle anguish after once being expensive

10. If Ismail in longing so threw
The son of Abraham had also been a thrower

11. The Imam of guidance quenching the thirst of excellences’ channels
Splitting them like the splitting of ankles’ fetters

12. He is the head and guide for the family of Mohammed
So the messenger never ceases to guide the flock

13. His gatherings heal breasts so if one deviates
He will see humiliation in estranging him and prevention

14. He has a brilliance that surpasses the seated so oft
Perplexed by his intellect and sated by his guide

15. And how many feeble minds has he sharpened
Who became firm in doctrine though not formerly carrying

16. He visited me walking the distance of his house
So how do you see me had he been my neighbor

17. And when his messenger brought books from him
I took them with my right hand as my books

18. And I wasted my sanity if his winds blow astray
Musk is gifted to heights so how could it not

19. A noble book from him I heard in the morning
Statements therein humble the envious behind me

20. I repeat it as a lesson so I do not slip
And I narrate it among callers though I was no narrator

21. He praised me a kingdom that shakes you with its praise
As if you regain vigor from it

22. Clothing virtue in a new dress
Beautifying it and not leaving it bare

23. Like a gray hair its taking is swift to judge its sword
A youth came to him complaining on an ominous day

24. He did not see my killing his pasture aroused
Nor a blood his sword spilled in a valley

25. If the son of Ismail in merit so threw
He is like his father not missing his aims

26. And he never ceases to give me as I keep extending
My right hand to him though closing my left

27. Until it filled my palm, still pouring,
His help to my palm after my money overflowed

28. And he rectified a state that tasted bitter to me
In my livelihood until it returned like my former condition

29. If only dawn shone until his face appeared to me
Favoring, the day I met him, fortuitous

30. For we are in gardens that he encroached upon
No transgressor drawn near them

31. Whoever does not find a market for praise and protection
Finds lightning generosity buying praises

32. O son of Murtada, take them, their meters have matured
For you, but also truthfully over enemies, decisive

33. Its meanings sublime and its words weighty
And its strange meaning preoccupies the amused