1. O Abu Salih, friend of righteousness
And brother of dew and twig of tolerance

2. I don't think the morning fulfills radiance
In your courtyard, good morning

3. What thing pays your honor unless
Scents of musk in the breeze of wind

4. Except youth has been attracted
To you overflowing into boyhood and relaxation

5. Where speech faltered and zeal waned
And desire resided and the ardent persisted

6. The flirtatious glance still continues
To fleeting moments pregnant before marriage

7. And the wanderer on fingers with the
Touch for it in the bottoms of cups

8. Or the tents spend the night in no war
Cracking from the chests of lances

9. We are in a piece and your occupation from us
Is in joining professors and minds

10. And, by my life, many a day we interceded
From you, quenching of dew with quenching of comfort