1. My friend passed me in the monastery
To revive the soft hearts of the doomed

2. Gardens that told of the gardens of Paradise and its people
Angels in the shared assembly

3. Do not blame me if I turned to them
And turned away from the paths of misguidance and doom

4. The rituals of Mount Sinai have burdened me
So I left my heart among those rituals

5. And its mosques have wreaked havoc on us
So I died amongst the barely alive because of your absence

6. How many ruins it built up then sanctified
Souls with my soul, the sanctity of those ruins

7. May God water the scale of hearts, so by it
Hearts poured out their longing in blessing

8. And how much did its leanings weigh of subtleties
By which we distinguish between asker and walker

9. So desire of appetites inclined our hearts
As a heart of ravenous inclined toward money

10. No ascetic stood while holding
God’s hand except that the palm of the holder led him

11. And how excellent is Esquit with its adornments
With its rituals a smile splits from a laughing mouth

12. Its people have sewn for it a garb of virtues
So they perfected with it a garb for the best of tailors

13. Whether bare hermit or other reverent
Or virtuous, just and ascetic superior

14. If I am counted amongst them I would be considered
One passing through a valley of beautiful rituals

15. Its corners have been fragrant with virtues
Like a meadow blown through by rubbing plants

16. And the fragrance of virtue blows from mention of its people
And its dwellers in every blessed association

17. If I come one day I will take off my burdens
As if I were above the beds of Tipays

18. Beds of ritual, furnished with virtues
And its pillows, perfect complete virtues

19. It is as if the light of those rituals in the world
Rivaled the full moon in a gloomy, destroyed night

20. I am amazed by the dwellers of the land, it is as if
When I am among them, I am among angels

21. If one aims to take comfort in other than them
He would be like one taking comfort in female ostriches

22. They are the origin in devotion, gentle and pleasant
And what is less than them is as the lesser under biers

23. And I stood praising in the Jordan of the Son of God
For his pride that kept embracing

24. How many souls have spilled their blood therein
Blessed is the spilled and blessed is the spiller

25. Wondrous is a soul whose reward is the killing of its victory
Singled out beyond the missing souls

26. And a monastery from Mount Lebanon ennobled it
I left therein a heart that has no abandoner

27. For I see in every cedar trunk
A temple made of its beauty like beds

28. It came like an image erected
In a temple with your cheeks

29. And below it the sacred valley fertilized
With water, fruits and plenty of rituals

30. And its monks therein are rows of angels
Rows of angels matching them therein

31. How many times did its monks rend misleading veils
But it is not for secrets so it is no unveiler

32. And how the relenting destroyed therein every disgrace
And it was not destroyed so it became no destroyer

33. And its palms have possessed every virtue
In a valley whose valley the greatest king possessed

34. It is the greatest paradise and its elite
Every blessed longs for its refuge

35. O you who seek partnership with its people
You must have it if you want the reward of the partner

36. So stand up, only the lazy in seeking the Most High
Are condemned like dissenter, disobedient and digressor

37. He who is serious about the religion deserves to wear piety
If he is not blessed by his reverence

38. The word of God melts torture but rather
The word of God is delicious in the throat of the reverent

39. As the praise of the Virgin Mary was delicious in the world
For her praiser in her blessed praise

40. Since she became the healer of her people
And do not mention the pain that every pained healer healed

41. At her door the destitute delegation with its length
It encompasses souls that became doomed

42. My lady, I stand at your door
And I am more deserving of your generosity so bless me