1. She turned away from turning away
So pass judgment, O my blamer, as you are the judge

2. Gada made healthy bodies sick
With eyelids having chronic illness

3. She gathered in love troops of madness
As she dispersed the eyelids of my gloom

4. Her saliva is my wine, and in her cheeks
Is a meadow for me surpassing all gardens

5. A glance whose glance saw nothing lovelier
Than blackness which whiteness has gained

6. Her eyelids killed me in her love
Like the killing of leopards

7. Every sword fails except her swords
That were bared for me from the glances of the watcher

8. And a gazelle that finished me off in his love
By abandoning litigation

9. I am content with my humiliation and surrender
In his love, so does he see me content?

10. With a tender mouth that walks on my cheek
Is our love like the writhing serpent?

11. My love in him is abundant, and my patience
For his love, but it is not abundant

12. Shout, leave the hate of secrets and
Alienate yourself like the plow of Muḍāri

13. Travel with glory to the seekers of greatness
Above the back of the lofty ruins

14. And head to the door of our Imam and master
So you may gain all purposes

15. The generous carpenter and the pure birth
Among people and reputations

16. Formed from the essence of virtues purely
And the world’s nobilities from reputations

17. With a loftiness over the two heights and stars
As its opposite has lowness

18. He gives squandering while every generous one
Other than him is stingy with the daughter of childbirth

19. No one is angry with him for an epoch
Just as being away from him makes one content

20. He never disappointed the poor and the beggars
Due to his overflowing right hand

21. He is unjust to his ignoramus with injustice
And with justice in the wilderness, he is the judge

22. With enormous pride and firm honor
And abundant success and spreading hands

23. Come O yearner to his call’s basin
And drink from it and leave all the basins

24. Since I knew him he was always genial
While others are always contracted

25. O guardian Imam, O redeemer
Your virtues are meadows

26. What garment of felicity is more loose?
She disdains the poetry of al-Mutanabbi

27. And that of Muhyi al-Din al-Bayati
So stay and be safe as long as the birds sing in the thickets

28. And the breeze shakes the flowers of the gardens