1. I learned from his eyelashes the whisper of magic
So I made it in every verse of my poetry

2. And the warbling of the nightingales taught me the rhyme of his garden
O, his rosy cheek, his peerless garden, I am its moon

3. Spring flowed in his softness, don't you see
His cheek takes on the colors of different flowers

4. A breeze blew over his gentleness
So it tilted, and we said it was the intoxication of wine

5. I was drunk, I don't know if from the wine of his saliva
Which was delicious, or from the intoxicating wine of his death

6. I kept mentioning him but my anguish did not subside
Does the fire of passion ever diminish with mere mention?

7. Beware of his eyebrows, for I
Took precaution from the arrow he aimed at me

8. The fever blisters on his delicate mouth protected his cheeks
Woe to whoever dares approach that mouth!

9. I set my heart and soul as bait for him
So he took it suddenly, though he knew and did not know

10. And those curls sent chains
Which captured that heart in shackles

11. Since his eyelids warned me after a period
That eyelids are harbingers

12. He's stingy, but generous in visiting and meeting
Lavish, but aloof in estrangement and separation

13. He smiled in the face of darkness, lighting it up
And adorned it with pearls, his pearly smile

14. The water of beauty rippled in the basin of his cheek
Foaming, so we said the water flowed over embers

15. Oh, slender waist and ripe heavy hips
Tender toward that destitute man

16. I made you a sign of wrath and pleasure
For in both states, you obediently follow orders

17. And I confessed my longing but did not attain an hour with him
I am no Kuthayyir among nightingales, O my rock!

18. Moon-like faces definitely overpowered me
And my heart was seized by a raid of love at full moon

19. I believed in the opening of the eyes as spies
For those eyes were built on deception

20. O dawn of his shining cheeks, I seek refuge in you
From the night of separation when it flows

21. You unveiled us and sang loudly
Of my wedding, O bird of fortune and glad tidings

22. A young man whose veins were honored, so he rose
High above the crest of the galaxy and the eagle

23. His efforts are beautiful and graceful like shooting stars
But they shone in counting and recording

24. His qualities rose on the horizon of generosity
No wonder if they surpassed the stars in brilliance

25. I strung a necklace at the nape of glory
So its center became part of that string

26. He was raised with the rock of virtue as a child
So his efforts grew him to the House and the Stone

27. One can perceive in him the chastity of rejecting vileness
As he willed, like the purest perfume

28. The glory of his uncle sufficed as a refuge and shelter for him
It gave him safety and eased his way

29. He was humble so he rose above the star
The Seer exalted him - God forbid him from arrogance

30. His conscience appeared loyal in his deeds
Secretly and openly to God

31. He sees transmitting from his deeds as his duty
So he does not restrict them to the odd and even

32. He revives his nights reverently and fearfully
For to him, all nights are as the Night of Destiny

33. Contemplate the meaning if you praise him
For the meaning of Ali is beyond thought

34. If an accurate text comes with his praise
Then where is the status of poetry compared to the Wise Remembrance?

35. His forbearance anchored a lofty dune and his dignity weighed heaviest
But his nature is gentler than wine

36. To you, Ali of high rank, I send my poetry, exalted
Though to me poetry has no worth

37. And I am not one who belittles poetry its due
For the best of creation said there is wisdom in poetry

38. But I saw poetry in this age as a shaken state
With no prohibition or order

39. Should I blame the masters of poetry when
Its foxes are seen running in improper arenas?

40. To you belongs the traveling pen, whether its light
Is more truthful than white or black

41. Knowledgeable of what is beyond the veil, speaking
Of what was in the days, from the world of particles

42. If meanings hide from him, they become
Despite themselves, with torn covers and veils

43. He dictates the opening of the Most High, so you'd think
He dictates from the unseen in that book

44. Thus he was like Moses, who came with his right hand
A staff which nullified their sorcery

45. You set forth time's course, your sublime traits are contained
By the sea's host, for glory lies in your army