1. How many nights have I spent awake thinking of you
And how much anguish for your love I've kept hidden

2. With burning grief as tears put it out
Then passion returns to ignite it

3. O you highest one, time alternates between us
Bringing days of union we bask in gratefully

4. The white cheeks of youth are now stained
With melting shyness that yellows them

5. A stream stirred by the morning breeze that healed
Your heart, its sight and sound

6. You neither rouse the lute nor tune its strings
Allah is its guardian, so it's never filled

7. My eyes except from where I see it
The oriole's hand was marked white yesterday

8. I won't deny it though the night of doubt
And it being our third was lingering, but

9. Allah forgives it
Days of play in both sides of Aleppo

10. Nothing remains of them but remembering
The ornaments have no equal in the clouds

11. That accompany them
Rightly guided to guidance, befitting him

12. Is the caliphate, his view runs it
Its affairs returned to him, so he takes them

13. With his resolve issuing and organizing them
Thus justice and religion aim for

14. The utmost glory, its pride
A nature his, nothing changes it

15. And a tradition his, nothing alters it
The commander of the faithful, chosen

16. For him is the Creator's approval, its best
His crown shone through it, his

17. Sublime throne and pulpit vanished in it
Every day, his comfort overflows

18. With gifts, even its seas don't contain
If the treasure of days were in his hands

19. Their years would spill in generosity, even its months
We praise him with blessings that preceded

20. The greatest in souls is their least
Like praising the meadow for its rain

21. With the meadow's own flowers when it blooms
The perfection of the Prophet's city was led

22. By the full moon that floods it with light
Radiant in eyes, smiling

23. Its beginning intimate, its place joyous
It diffuses the scent of camphor, its soil

24. When it becomes and the sky rains on it
A melody of bliss with fortune it brings down

25. And a home of intimacy with prosperity it populates
And Farisabad, when it envelops it

26. Burgeoning trees and fruiting
Garden of Eden, when you enter it

27. You'll witness the Tigris is its pond
Whoever is not essence, that's God's slave

28. Beauty of the world and its essence
Delicate from the trembling of dew, a hand

29. With splendor and generosity it guards
Fulfilled brightness with a dawn that dazzled

30. The morning sun when its light shone
Aspirant of dew, Abdu Manaf makes it

31. And whoever aspires it
If we seek something desired from him

32. Nothing obstructs it or makes it difficult