1. It's as if it has a house with another house,
Its obligations are neglected yet it is still fragrant,

2. It carries from it the breezes of youth,
Spreading with it the flowers' scent dispersed,

3. So whenever you inhale it, it misses
The homelands for the homesick wanderer,

4. It is the cure for passion if only they
Became with it, after they had walked away,

5. I hung my heart on the rein of passion,
And it was its unbridled galloping pace,

6. It was a heart but became a bird,
Having in dense thickets its nests,

7. In the silks of the howdah, a houri,
Dwells in my heart while it's still on fire,

8. The sun stared at it just as
Eye lashes stare at the kohl's eyes,

9. An orbit that prevents being eclipsed
A rain of bliss or a pouring cloud,

10. A pearl it blocks from being attained
A deep sea, turbulent with might,

11. You seduced me with passion and fooled me
Seduction by the eyes is betraying,

12. Think not you are immune from my revenge
Each slain person has no avenger,

13. Your tyranny persists in me even if
Ahmed the Chosen were not my protector,

14. An ink with a line, minding
My lines and the lines of a writer,

15. From it the gaze smiles from the sadness
The light laughing within it lights,

16. A miracle grove that does not yield
Without hearing, any fruits,

17. Words, between their folds, virgin
Meanings, of bareness and chastity,

18. It sleeps flowing in her thoughts
Held by misguidance while she is the full moon,

19. The share of loyalists and opponents in it
Benefit as she willed and harm,

20. People hope for and fear her two states
As if she were Hell and Paradise,

21. And her peace of mind is a gold coin
While the miser's coin is a dirham,

22. None bargains that it bargains
For generations her boons and gifts,

23. The horizon restored by it after
Many a storm and hurricane eroded it,

24. A rare splendid view the like of which
People are forms and sights,

25. In its two pages are the waters of life
A current, steady flowing,

26. For mankind is lightning in its corners
And for the excess of bliss are rains,

27. In a determined fate, the trace is fruitless,
What effect can youth's mark make?

28. O son of the exalted, fair are their narrations,
For their fluency they are affluent,

29. Take praise, the magic of its rhetoric
Is sorcery in the collection of poems,

30. Poems sent by a mind
On the paths of benevolence a caring messenger,

31. Eloquences bow with their uttered meaning,
As if they were slaves yet they are free,

32. I made them priceless with generosity
And supreme with merit, though poems have prices,

33. So let the deaf month that hears not
My praises be worn down repeating them,

34. And let it stay eminently in glory, so let
The roaming praise from you go around.