1. Your beauty completes my qualities, though you are beyond description,
To describe the houris is fruitless, for one who has not attained them,

2. O keeper of Paradise, your wandering in the desert is enough,
If the splendor of your face were revealed to the world,

3. The shining sun would be dimmed by the blossoming of your ideal self,
That the prognosticators would portray as your jet-black curly hair,

4. If the sun rose in the darkness of night,
Its light would be obscured by the hills of your cheeks,

5. But you are the houri, whose glance,
Were unbelievers to observe, your eyelash would incline them,

6. What is concealed pearl, if not for its absence,
To the soul, O beauty, other than your likeness,

7. A twig, flowers, fragrance and clarity,
This is none but your cheek, pure and fresh,

8. Were it not for the sparkle of sand, it would be a flower,
Or glistening, emulating the smoothness of your skin,

9. By God, your beauty in dress, and your beauty,
When you don the finest dress,

10. No perfection of beauty or joy exists,
Except over which your beauty presides as judge,

11. If the crowns of life, above them,
Were lights from the crown of glory above you,

12. In everything of yours there is an alluring charm,
But its dominion is in your speech,

13. Swaying when you rise proudly,
Or shimmering when you sit, or lean,

14. You are the one, O she whose ultimate limit
In beauty is beyond you in beauty, your reason,

15. You are the healing, healing fragrance and more,
Embracing, and sweeter than these two, your taste,

16. Happy is the servant to whom you are,
Spending his soul to be immortal with your eternity,

17. And this one has cast the sword in the basin of death, your dowry,
One who bared his right hand as a sword against the enemy,

18. Did not bare his right hand except for you,
One who extended his body for the spears,

19. Intending the enemies, extended it in your embrace,
One who touched the brave in battle, did not disappoint,

20. One who touched your ankles, or your waist,
One who was content resting his horse, was content to sacrifice himself,

21. He sacrificed his soul in the heat of battle for your soul,
One who the dust of battle flew about,

22. Became inhaling it from your scattering the next day,
One who kissed the dust of the fray,

23. His mouth met the crevices of your mouth,
One whose face blood flowed,

24. It flowed profusely combining with your saliva,
I have melted in longing and yearning for the struggle,

25. Hoping to meet you amidst the battlefield,
But when will my prolonged night finish,

26. And I attain success in the Abode of Eternity, or success with you,
I fear the black death before attaining my wish,

27. Unfurling its banners of annihilation in my path,
And people saying alas, if they do not see,

28. Their state before the known threat,
Would that the people knew, or some of the people,

29. The perdition in procrastination and delay,
What is life, by God, other than it,

30. My Lord, but estrangement from harmful lingering,
How many lives have passed, and how many,

31. Have tasted the taste of destiny and not perished,
If the world were left to those who revel in it,

32. Abandoned to their own devices, it would not be deserted,
As for me, while each day I pine away,

33. Before demise, each takes his path,
By God, none attains the heights but one,

34. Who is not deceived by its appealing beauty,
I do hope for good if I reach the abode,

35. Of Him, in whose victory I have not doubted,
In a little while, O tyrants, it will not escape,

36. The stirrers of strife, the thundering,
Wealth has come to you, beyond your ability,

37. To deflect it, a great army, heavily armored,
Ibn Ma'n has risen, and with him his army,

38. With massive collars, heavy flails,
O Sultan, you have intended a noble matter,

39. Proceed in it, and separate yourself,
Indeed, supremecy - and may God grant you supremecy -

40. In Rome, is deterrence to those who do not refrain,
Do not heed the weakness in people's talk,

41. Disregard what is said and what is narrated,
Be determined, you who are hoped for it,

42. You are the hope, elucidate the path of integrity,
Raise the minaret of religion, ennoble its affair,

43. You will be ennobled tomorrow, and adhere to it and hold fast,
Save the oppressed from the injustice of enemies,

44. May God guide you, save them, save them,
Sever with resolute determination the means of perdition,

45. And cut off with the sword the noses of the polytheists,
Rush to the sword, and turn its blade away,

46. From it, and blame the sword if it does not accomplish,
Rain it upon the skulls of the enemies, or upon the stumps,

47. Destroy with it the eminences, demolishing and violating,
Spill the blood of enemies, spilling without ceasing,

48. No religion or world remains if it does not spill blood,
The limit of the sword is the sword, the sword,

49. Its rule in position is not improper,
And none removes the sorrow but the sword, the sorrow,

50. And the sword reveals the thick darkness,
No good but the sword, and the sword, contentment,

51. Unless the sword covers the hand of the holder,
People were not safe, nor did they submit,

52. To aught but the sword, so ask, you shall find the path,
The path of the rightful successor, may our Lord bless,

53. Us through the successor and the righteous saint.