1. I was not a messenger at the absence
To ward off a tear that remained shackled

2. Now I know him and his path
That I was in the ancient meaning a victim

3. What is the sin of my heart to see it hung
With a passion that sets an unknown appointment?!

4. In her eternal love I became embalmed
I do not quench but hardship a guide

5. Unknown are those footsteps and their moan
Led the heart shackled, handcuffed

6. The prayer rug of meaning says to an ascetic
You have seduced me and remained residing in me

7. A sacred prayer rug that no letter betrayed
Adorned with dew a wreath

8. My heart clinging to the shade of her heavens
Seeks no kohl other than hers

9. So when he approaches her precincts she wrote him
That your life with us has become connected

10. I was not wrong in my seeking when
My heart met yours and interpretation began

11. May God protect me when I come to her
To say towering heavy poetry

12. The verses of your face, O beautiful one, in language
And its secret is that I was sick for you

13. So when you were pleased with a poet you were the one
In whose poetry the mother of languages was chaste

14. And the letter from you its edges dripped
Clear, delicious, flowing honey

15. I ignited in you my fingers, and poetry evaporated
That flirts with life, fickle

16. Not the cunning of my slanderers like the cunning of my in-laws
I wore them out saying and being told

17. God counted their languages and chose you
The language of the Quran, and affirmed the revelation

18. A language in whose beauty the sublime sang
They wove rhetoric shaded and leafy

19. Mother of languages, to you from his glorification
So when the West courts you it becomes withered