1. A bending rod amidst the greenery
And the moon-like visage shone from the veil of hair

2. He charges gazelles with a mere glance
And the swarthy beauty pales before him

3. In his eyes Harut casts spells
Have you not seen them bewitch hearts with sorcery?

4. And in his cheek a dormant fire lit by my ribs
Should it spread through my being, its heat courses

5. And I schemed against the mole, so its hue darkened
Behold, people, the consequence of scheming!

6. By the life of that wine and whatever it contains
Of pure white honey and Egyptian sugar

7. A wine whose drafts when they flow down the throat
Are stronger than any liquor or fermented drink

8. What gallant who savors but a sip
His strength intoxicated for an age without sobering

9. Its bubbles surpass carnelian beads
And it waters smiling pearls with mother-of-pearl

10. May God guard the easy days now past
In their comforts lie castles grand

11. I secure its environs with vigilant guards
And protect its sanctuary with unsheathed swords

12. And many a night I spent clasped to him
Cheek to cheek and chest to chest

13. If I sought a rose, I'd kiss his cheek
If I flung the rose's hue, he'd hurry to my lips

14. Never before have I seen a roe embrace a fawn
Or a mountain don the rising moon's guise

15. May God water the days the zephyr quenched us
With their cups of joy and glad tidings

16. Stars transcending the ages in splendor
As Ahmad transcends prose and verse

17. Scion of nobles who loved generosity like them
And from their traces bloom the barren wilds

18. They rose above the plateaus of glory, loftier than high ridges
Beyond the ken of soaring eagles is their ascent

19. And they established with their boundless charity monuments
Immortalized till the end of time

20. After them dawned a sun amidst stars
For he is peerless in counting and numbering

21. And he came in the final epoch, for he is
Despite the ages' spite, the seal of time

22. He is the piercing sword, and if its blade is drawn
We'll break therewith on Judgement Day the epoch's spine

23. He is the tireless worker, and if he shakes off slumber
Misers are afflicted with back-breaking woes

24. He is the brilliant lightning, nay the light of his resolve
Dispels with its flashes the gloom of poverty

25. He is the sea - were its floodwaters unleashed
We'd fear for the sea from its newcomers

26. He is the flame in the battle of art and intellect
Have you not seen in his eyes the embers' vestige?

27. He is the firm mountain, and if the confused stumble
Wild game fears both knolls and lowlands

28. Virtues my mind and thoughts cannot grasp
Never ending, and imagination cannot conjure

29. So forgive me if my praises fall short, for
My excuse was stripped by the days that passed

30. May the feast greet you, O light of my eyes
O sublime in fasting and in feast

31. For this month was loath to make its feast
When you are the Night of Power in the Supreme month

32. You remain a moon in the heaven of glories
That people point to with all ten fingers