1. Have you seen that if passion takes my hand,
That I begin loving them and initiate,

2. Would your blame then be of benefit to me,
Or prevention, or betterment, or corruption?

3. And I wish the dew of his cheeks would drip,
If the owner of the soft cheek would drip,

4. In the morning, in his glances is the sun of daybreak,
Would he be more deserving for souls to melt?

5. I saw him, his eyelids don’t settle,
So I wondered at the sheathed sword cutting,

6. And he saw the dark blow as a lie,
That languor, so he was cautious in my patience.

7. Evil is the battle and evil is what my hands carried,
The day of glancing, the two hands striking.

8. Standing on the clarity of affection was long,
Hoped for and sought from the pure cold.

9. And turn away from him, distancing me,
Take as company and drink and chirp.

10. A cup, when it's finished for us in the darkness,
Nothing remains of it but a black fracture.

11. And you think it went around you, but in fact,
It went around the cycles of time in its orbit.

12. Something you specify with it, how, when in fact,
It is of the morals of Ahmed bin Mohammed.

13. He meets calamities around him as obstacles,
And fate laments them, so my eyes weep.

14. And you see him between his meeting and giving,
What’s between a frontrunner and a depleted one.

15. And if the youth chose staying over perishing,
There, the glory, he would be the striver.

16. His virtues carried the dew from his awe,
We knew for us the Hatemi, the Ahmadi.

17. And his deeds resembled in their goodness,
As did the melodies, truthfulness of promise increased.

18. His leadership birthed leadership innately,
His horoscopes were known even if not tracked.

19. The cosmos gathered for him between its felicity,
And approached him, and he was the happiest of the happy.

20. So if a rider hums with his words,
He fills the expanse with what filled the dew.

21. From the virtue of this day that I woke up,
You two resemble each other, repeating the repeater.

22. If it were not exceptional each year,
It would not be similar to this exceptional one.

23. Quenching for days I visit you willingly,
In them, and others know of your abstemiousness from me.

24. In you, one who strayed from the path of guidance was guided,
Until, when they attained you, the guided one strayed.