1. Peace upon the valley of Al-Arak, peace,
For I had a pledge with it and a bond.

2. I drank the water of life from it, fresh,
And reached the full moon of life at its prime.

3. And many a bird whose lips I've kissed
Had not uncovered them before that veil.

4. The doe-eyed gazelles in sorcery it possessed,
Scattering pearls of speech - and that's their parlance.

5. And I let fall from my tears necklaces
Upon the cheeks' pages lining up.

6. He'd glance at me from the corner of his eye though drowsy
And present me with a branch while upright.

7. And he'd kiss me rose after rose
With the sick glance's blade upon it.

8. And he stood offering me from his lips a wine
With musk's seal upon it at its conclusion.

9. Youth's meadow had made him stagger and writhe,
With neither soberness nor permanence.

10. Woe for my love of the white, fine, and slender -
With a line of moles on their cheek - blamers.

11.
My eyelids did not know what estrangement was

12. And who had flirted with the does - how could they sleep?
The passing breeze would make us fragrant at dusk

13. And we'd hear the sound of the fox as it prowled.

14. And from the garden and cliffs of Hejaz we'd sense
A fragrance emulating musk from its north.

15. And many a dove moaned its yearning for its kind,
So passions stirred in us and love.

16. Does it not know that I am stronger in passion than it
And that parting from the loved one is more poignant for me?

17. Our nights with him were like a flashing lightning
And living with the antelope is but a slumber.

18. If pleasures lasted we would have lived in joy
But alas, they have no permanence.

19. There I pledged to live while its water was pure
Yes, and my nook there is now forbidden.

20. I protected it with the blades of swords, lads
Who have no experience but preserving the sheaths.

21. They protected slender waists with long pipes
Over them from woven haircloth were tents.

22. May God water an abode, expansive,
And pasture in which there is no contention.

23. And may He keep alive the life of the meadows of Hejaz, for it
Has in my heart a burning and blazing.

24. It was distinguished among people with beauty alone
As the sublime and lofty eagle is distinguished.

25. Exalted Ali, perfect in merit, has risen
To a position whose name is peerless.

26. He is the ocean of knowledge, rather he is the ocean obtained,
As if his hands for people are clouds.

27. And a river of virtues - as for his knowledge,
It is rain, and as for his mind, it is a sharp sword.

28. The sciences were illuminated at dawn in his presence -
Can darkness remain with the shining dawn?

29. And a fierce debater who silenced the opponent alone -
Even if conflict increased on the day of debate.

30. He protected the sanctum of Islam when he was its Sheikh,
So both the setting and rising sun fell short of him.

31. Through him the noble Sharia was systematized and judged,
And were it not for him, no system would have appeared in it.

32.
His brilliant sermons shine with his white opinions

33. When zeal and darkness ascend them.
So he matched the soundest argument with proof

34. By which the manifest truth was established.
Thus the doctrine of the Mu'tazilis was defeated

35. And the army of Imam Ash'ari overwhelmed.
And the armies of determinism retreated routed

36. Charging with arrows in the napes of their necks.
The eyes of the rejectors were burnt by the fire of his might

37. And their visions were blinded and confused.
And the face of the literalists was stained

38. By his swords that crowded their cheeks.
And how many times corrupt innovation recoiled

39. Finding him fierce when meeting him.
And he triumphed with the implied meaning of his virtue

40. By restraining it with a bridle for hearts.
Jewels of merit whose prose its poetry loves -

41. Thus its scattering is sweet and orderly for it.
And he freed the confinement of praise from his perfection -

42. So words fell short of it and speech.
O towering mountain to which plateau submitted

43. With masters and nobles upon it.
You mounted the Sharia’s back firmly seated -

44. Above all towering heights your minaret.
To you belong the supreme station and reverence

45. To which the age is slave and time is boy.
By your right stand and listen to the order of a poem

46. To carry on would be, but for you, unlawful.
It has come to you from afar and distant places

47. To extinguish some of your blazing passions.
And to relate my state to you, for I

48. Am afflicted with formidable horrors.
My fate has guaranteed me the narrowest living

49. And he whose master I was will not forsake me.
Lighten my stumbling and raise my status through your esteem

50. And make my dwellings prosperous where you are a cloud.
That I may fulfill many rights for knowledge

51. And not be blamed, though I fall short of them.
For the moons of your glory do not cease rising