1. Passion has wearied of you after so long,
And he who pursues you has awoken from its torment.

2. And it may please you that his noble moon trembles
The moon of women with the shaking of his rod.

3. The ugliness of passion has been condemned by the King of Heaven, yet
It remains a religion that makes the strong submit to the weak.

4. And youth pursued me after old age, for it is
A way that shows you the free behind the slave.

5. O my neighbor, the whiteness of my couch has perished me
And its luster with its blackness and its softness.

6. And gray hair is a guest who does not cease to be charged
With foolishness and hardship for its host.

7. And I see my figure become bent in its bowing,
And softness can penetrate in its twisting.

8. If the whiteness of gray hair and its grayness protect me
From the whiteness of youth and its madness.

9. Or if time matches me, having tasted its milk,
For it had matched me, pouring from its milky bowl.

10. Comfortable as water that heals the diseased
With its healing, and heals like its dripping.

11. One whose fragrance of wine is good
And the traveler of its drinker and the walking of its pouring.

12. You find the fruits of apples in its gardens
And you see the fruits of grapes in its plucking.

13. I have enjoyed with it my hearing and my beddings
With the scattering of its pearls and the water of its pavement.

14. My hearing was saturated with its composition
The two verses of Ziyad in the falling of its cascade.

15. And I began to sip its saliva from its mouth
Until I cured the burning of passion with its sipping.

16. So now instead of his awakening from his madness
Oh, the length of his estrangement with his abandonment.

17. Where is the breeze of his breeze for one grayed?
Where is his warbling for him from his singing?

18. Time has copied nonsense with wisdom
So the wise of mind came without the foolish.

19. And old age has folded my flirting with my beauty
So it folded the softness of my enjoyment with chastity.

20. The passage of time continues to roam around
Until he finds maturity in his roaming.

21. He has forgiven Ishmael in his old age
What was of his opponents and the clan of Thaqif.

22. Time has dressed the minister in his care
With clothes that dazzle the eye with its weaving.

23. Not to mention the beauty of its meadow, beautiful
A sky that disappears at dusk cleanly.

24. Or isn’t the passage of time composed of the likes of it
Whatever you want or whatever it wants from its composition.

25. The minister was singled out with a house of glory built by his hands
Honoring him upon his honor.

26. If its building was not roofed by the sky
The shades of pegs would fail to roof it.

27. O you who calculate, calculate the minister and his right
That calculation fails to categorize him.

28. How can your hands intend to count pebbles
While his hands continuously double in weakening him?

29. No time passed without its Ishmael
From those who felt safe and those scared by his fright.

30. A rescued fugitive in the place of the hunted one,
A suppressor of the fervent cry of the terrified.

31. Destiny pours out the prosperous with his sword
A sea in which the devout take refuge in his sword.

32. And time has granted him its own virtues
And its men, so it portrayed him in its disposition.

33. Neither his firmness that you see misses him
In calamities, nor the aroma of his cloak.

34. And it is as if his radiance and generosity
Were the pouring of his beloved and the sobriety of his summer resort.

35. And you see blessings for him like the atmosphere of his spring
Like his meadow and like the goodness of his autumn.

36. His hands of justice have spread out in his sultanate
Until the lowly and the noble became equal.

37. The minister was rewarded for the righteousness of the flock
With his bliss and gentleness in educating them.

38. He sees punishment, so it is in his delay
And he sees reward, so it is from his advance.

39. O you who ask about his abundant generosity
And his pleasure from the gratitude of a man with little.

40. He has become an ally of generosity and was not
One your Lord would see betraying his ally.

41. We flatter him in praise that is the easiest of his rights
So we gain all of his gentle and subtle aspects.

42. And I have done worse, by Allah, than reduce him
Since there, you need not fear reduction.

43. We rely on him and tyranny in our employment
And he rules us and justice in his employment.

44. We are given a long time to burden us
Forever, and he is not given a time to burden.

45. His money has stopped on our weighing down
And our praise has stopped on lightening him.

46. And in him we direct poetry, because we
Are followers of the deeds of the needy to their protector.

47. He builds the high places and we say about him, for our
Composition emulates his composition.

48. How strange of him to reward a group
Who learn poetry from his dictation.

49. How much has flowed from him of praise that has not found
A poet capable of sculpting or altering it.

50. A rain by which we live in its direction and see the enemies
Weak under its flames and pounding.

51. Rushing quickly at his short cry
Scattering in haste at his burning with his short cry.

52. A lion whose beasts roam around his sanctuary
And you see the lions distancing themselves from his thickets.

53. Rushing at his roar with their howling
Scattering though his garment with their gowns.

54. How many friends has he rescued, and how many fierce enemies
Have not been rescued from his twisting and twisting.

55. Like the wind, and the crops surrendered to its passing
And it blew so they could not withstand its cutting off.

56. And the resistant, proud panic shook at its slashing
So it came upon it and was not startled by its whistling.

57. A king who guaranteed me reaching my love
When the times were difficult or frightening.

58. So if I feared, he brought me into his abode
And if I longed, he settled me in his countryside.

59. What I said about him is as if I lacked
His like, so I fell short in depicting him.

60. But I have exhausted the utmost of my ability in portraying him
Continued in describing him without distortion.

61. So I showed his meaning to the minds as
The meaning of one's words appears in its transcription.

62. And for the describer, among those who described him
There is work for your father's age without compiling it.

63. O you whom if I called out by his attributes
Without his name, you would fully recognize him.

64. How many shadows of despair has he uncovered
When despair was certain of keeping it hidden.

65. With you, a trace of arrangement adapts its subtlety
As a barrier, to mend people in adapting it.

66. He constructs the dense from the subtle, yet only
The fortification of the subtle is by making it denser.

67. Carrying a slim pen, its body
In the meter of one immense without slenderness.

68. By Allah, what a composer and succeeded one
Who sways between its heavy and its light.

69. Not to mention his chest and his melodizing,
Not to mention his succession and his narration.

70. Clothed in all awe with his singing
In every intricate, winding situation.

71. So you see the spear flashing in his prelude
And you see the sword flashing in his succession.

72. And a gloomy journey, when the dark night spreads out the rug
He sees the gloom, so it quickly departs like its departure.

73. I tasked him with carrying my load to you, so he sped with me
And bought his pace with the nearness of his companion.

74. I set out towards your face to be guided by its stars
When the night thickened in its covering.

75. And I turned away from what an experienced one said about you
Not from the words of a swaying, bending fabricator.

76. And I hoped for his singing and a hoper
Longed for your singing though I stalled in delaying it.

77. You did not cease to put forth your property angrily
To one racing when you did not cease to succeed it.

78. So submit and forever be before his reigns,
A forerunner, and forever be behind his succession.

79. And as for the nobles of men, devices
To save you from needing their oaths.

80. May a sincere one who sings you compose them
Into praise, the ears do not spurn from hearing it.