1. If the knot were untied from his cheek
The crescent would attain its full perfection

2. Yet he guarded beauty, for he is
A rose, and the beauty of the rose is in its buds

3. I would sacrifice myself for one who frowns
If only he were a king, injustice would end in his days

4. He lowered his tresses, his veil
Like the moon amid its darkness and clouds

5. O mouth of his, walk gently the way of his cup
And of his accord, take gently the taking of its wine

6. Or else we do not see him unravel her being
And say the blood feared so it coagulated

7. Her redness met him by raising her veil
So that which is on his cheek seems to be in its cup

8. He would not allow me to look upon his face one day
Has he who would not allow me to visit him one year become indulgent?

9. A demeanor that softened speech for me, but embittered it for me
While the branch, no matter how it bent with its dove, straightened

10. As for his frowning eyebrow and his languid glance
And the sanctity of his bow and arrows

11. Disrobed of his two robes, leaning
Between the standing of his sword and his stature

12. Indeed the nights have not blamed the changes in their course
Since I took shelter in an auspicious Yasser

13. How excellent is Abul Faraj al-Sa'eed who did me
A favor and made me prosperous in his high position

14. If you wish to know that he is the king whom
The cycle of fate has not ceased to serve

15. Take protection in his protection among his protected ones
Or seek refuge in his refuge among his refugees

16. You will meet one who has never ceased to be daring
Crowns stumble at his feet