1. They were pleased with a homeland other than his heart
Would he be pleased with another home for them?

2. No, by Him who if news saddened them
It would sadden his limbs to be ears for it

3. They are the truest meanings to which
All the wings of his body are intuitively attentive

4. When he sighs, his ribs
Cradle hearts filled with trials

5. No tear of yearning sheds a flower
Without shaking a branch in his heart

6. It is for the body to cross the wilderness with us
And for passion to sever the bodies

7. How much darkness did I grope its side
Asking about its dawn here and there

8. And on the right of the soft breeze a queen
Whose secret I tried to seize openly

9. I followed an idea when it appeared
Loving its advice “show us!”

10. Passion guided it to a flower
Clothing the body of darkness in the garb of splendor

11. The anthem of yearning repeats their tale
As if it had bent them into a curve

12. Were it not for the abundant seas of tears
They would not have taken them as ships for anything else

13. My friend, capture its melodies
And do not set up their chests to keen

14. I saw Eden with my eyes so I no longer
Seek a paradise after it

15. And Yemen smiled at me with coolness
Keeping me from attempting Yemen

16. I praised in the shadow of Ahmad a time
That lavished generosity as it passed

17. And a sanctuary deprived me by its loss
Where I felt secure from every death

18. I do not fear there the lion, however mighty
Nor the shy gazelle, however delicate

19. The hand of good fortune reaps in its field
The best harvest of generous deeds

20. Where the winds of poetry bear
The fragrant scent of his noble character

21. And the streams of praise flow
With a cloak rapturing each listener

22. Each day its rising brings us a joy
That necessitates congratulations

23. Be felicitous, so merit and delight are his
Everything weakened is rebuilt by him

24. And the month of Sha’ban gained through him
Glories that became for us and for him

25. Time was blessed so I fell for it
And never ceased harboring rancor for it

26. Yet I was pleased with him though my jealousy was his nature
So I came to follow him and ceased to fault

27. His hands do not betray his wealth
And among the transmitters he remains trustworthy

28. And he buys up sharpness uncaring
About the price I called on him

29. The wind sees none but his loftiness
However much it makes the heights desolate

30. Did hardship, after his ascent, demolish
Other than what he built and founded high?

31. He followed the exemplary ways of his fathers
Continuing to follow in their footsteps

32. The names of his tribe are eternally
Too noble to be called by nicknames

33. He still smells sweetly of the heights
With smooth cheeks and brightness between his eyelids