1. The wars of passion rose on a leg
Between hearts and eyes

2. And the truce of intimacy was broken, so
No contracts can be bound from it

3. And my patience was coagulated white
I took it off to meet passions

4. I wish I knew, and after I cried blood
Was sleep slaughtered between my eyelids?

5. To weaken victory, O love, so many
Flags of hearts over you fluttering

6. Take from the talk of love a recitation
By which the lightning went, not Ibn Barraq

7. It explains what its lines have twisted
The tongue of paper between papers

8. And I do not talk to you in the talk of youth
I created in it the coldness of my morals

9. The half of my heart is in the hand of one
I do not envy him for the rest

10. Where is the deer of the dresser from the gazelles
Stabbing with evident stabbing?

11. And where is the full moon in the sky from a moon
Whose emergence is in the sky of rings?

12. Give wine that is as if its presser
Displayed in it the bend of the cupbearer

13. That holds our eyelids, and if
In the cup it was held back by eyelids

14. A fire, and the friend is not drinking it
So how did it get burned?

15. It carries the breaths of a garden that
Stole its fragility from the souls of lovers

16. She sang melodiously on her branch
Delighting our Harun with Isaac

17. I wrote to her praising Abu Al-Hassan
So she disappeared on the path of the messenger

18. Ali, the climber, with his blaze
On the steep twin peaks sliding

19. A twig of pottery whose origins
Were branches of the best trees

20. Glory chases him on his occasions
Like a jewel in the necklace of a coquette

21. Planting wishes in his fingers
Fruits with generosity before dripping

22. Do not claim the sublimity of sermons, for I have
Taken from him a document of manumission

23. Crafts have become necklaces
Around the necks of fair ladies

24. The adornments of ascension were scattered
So he gathered them one night with a thread

25. Do meters, were it not for his merits
Deserve other than ink and paper?

26. His praise is sung, and how much praise
Between depletion and attachment

27. The arrows of his opinions dead shot
Excellent drawing and beautiful drowning

28. He spits in his hand the saliva of determination
Poison in which every suit of armor dissolved

29. He tames fantasy with the dawns
Of events, a lively colt

30. He plays with the subtle wit - did you
Hear of a player with a sledgehammer?

31. And the lance with bases bends with him
Shaking with fear and dread

32. And the year has lasted with him in generosity
You have drowned it in which drowning!

33. He still has renewed glory
As long as a leg stood up and bent on a leg