1. I swore by a mouth whose sweet saliva was inflamed,
And over which bitterness flowed from his complaints,

2. The joy of seeing him took away the sadness of yearning,
And my beloved's reproach was followed by affection,

3. He shook my side with the belt of Ibn Jawshan,
With joy as the morning breeze shook a moist branch,

4. He made me feel the comfort of tranquility, until I thought
I was an ally who had attained intimate nearness through his love,

5. And he made me so joyful that people called me a youth,
And said that after his advanced age he had become youthful again,

6. As if singing and beating drums excited my joy,
And I heard no singing or beating,

7. So O you who intend to travel, say to Ibn Jawshan,
The words of a lover whose saliva did not dry up,

8. Make comfortable his bed for me and compose for me,
Poems whose composition delighted me,

9. I did not refrain from bestowing favors whenever possible,
On a bed, though time composes the gray hair,

10. Did Abdullah attain from the magic of Babylon,
Some share, so he nurtured or embraced this world and money?

11. To let him know the superiority I gained through his generosity,
And the excellent poetry whose teacher I had become for him,

12. And here is a greeting emanating from affection,
With which I filled my chest and heart,