1. The raven, bearer of news, claimed
That my loved ones bid farewell.

2. So chill my burning chest with the cold of tears
And my limbs scorched by the summer heat.

3. Do not command me to be consoled when you see
The effects of agony at the time of consolation.

4. Separation weakened my determination to forget,
And prolonged my weeping over those features.

5. Increase my yearning with wine and sing to me,
Make my separation from my companion more painful.

6. Perhaps soon I will find solace
From a little of the ardour of the expanse.

7. The backs of the righteous took on adornment,
Wondrously yellow and red.

8. Spring wove for its meadows a silken robe
Of the essence of lights with rays.

9. The sky wept droplets of its tears over it,
And so it began to smile with the stars of the heavens.

10. In a green garment it breathed gently and was adorned
By the weaving of spring and a yellow robe.

11. So drink coffee in the garden whose blossoms
Include the bloom of cheeks and the blonde’s flower.

12. It makes worries forgetful and awakens
Longing which had gone astray in the viscera.

13. Its colour hides the bottle as if
It stood in the palm without vessel.

14. It has a breeze like gardens breathing
In the faces of souls and intimates.

15. Rippling in the bowl of a beautiful cheek
Like falling tears.

16. A liquor that almost returns it
To drunkenness after a sober moment.

17. He runs back and forth with it and its like
To the beloved and the confidante.

18. Why have the island and Syria changed
Through you, son of Joseph, from darkness to light?

19. Euphrates ran dry though it had been a roaring sea,
And the face of Raqqa the white went black.

20. You can see Abu Sa’id once
Alighting, the place where poets gather.

21. Its summer heat being like spring, its night
Seeming like day, resembling the glare of sunrise.

22. Prince Muhammad departed so too went
The lushness of these blessings.

23. Time has its turns shifting in the land,
Its days shift the crazed.

24. Indeed, Prince Muhammad is refined in his
Deeds in fortune and misfortune!

25. A king who, when swords cover his face,
Covers the doves with selves of foes.

26. His hands divided severity and ease
Among the people with portions and relief.

27. Hearts of both worlds were filled by his
Praiseworthy deed with fear of him and hope.

28. He enriched the Tayyi’ tribe beyond what
Their ancient fathers built for their sons.

29. So they boast of him, they do not brag
Of the old nobility they inherited from the lofty.

30. They climbed mountains of your glory as if they were
Plateaus of Jerusalem, Yathrib, and Hira.

31. And in your precincts they begged qualities
Purer and sweeter than the water of streams.

32. You guaranteed vengeance for Muhammad against
The enemy dog and the betrayal of the vile.

33. Your sword did not cease marching or returning
To reap lives and shed blood,

34. Until you sufficed them with that which they asked of you
To resolve the enemy’s affair, fulfilling every duty.

35. You kept attacking his door with spears
And visiting it with a dreadful raid,

36. Until with the edge of your sword you seized it
Forcibly from him who wearied the caliphs.

37. You rid it of vermin when it was his shelter
And made it a banner in Samarra.

38. Your fear did not leave any morsel for the birds
On a perch or remains.

39. So you see him driven on his poles
Like the roaming of Capella stars.

40. Spying towards the sun, standing erect for it
On the top of the trunks like vipers.

41. And you reached the land of Rome and joined Kuthayyir’s
Ruins of glory in the folds of Taima.

42. With your fierce war you attained for its protectors
A death blow every day.

43. You eased its rough parts and filled
Every empty plain.

44. With horses bearing every fully armed knight
And continuous plunging into the dark.

45. And bands tumbling when embroiled
In the darkness of a pitch-black night.

46. They walk in darkness as if its waves
In every battle are waves of the deep.

47. Whites flowing on the skulls, their excess
Like a mirage’s flow in the waste.

48. So when the swords mixed with them, their blood
Made them fantasy stars in water.

49. Sons of death who throw their souls
Under fates every day when meeting.

50. In a calamity whose flames you ignited
With lightning bolts of determination and opinion.

51. You paralyzed the tips of the spears around Munayyil
So he survived an old worn cloak.

52. Had he extended them, they would have
Issued from him while still unquenched.

53. So if fate leaves him until his time,
You have distributed his troops unto death.

54. You burdened him with his partisans and left him
To death awaiting the morn of night.

55. Even if he swallowed iron he would melt it
With the sparks of his hot panting breath.