1. The garden turns from the blue river,
And the branch shines in its flower necklace,

2. The breeze of ostriches has blown, arousing
The eyes of the regretful under the basil of dawn.

3. And the languor of a girl I have courted, though
I disclosed it, and the dove takes shelter from the falcon.

4. I have taken off the cloak from it, though
I have spread by it the page’s fold from the line.

5. I have lived less than the alive, every
Eagle of the sky hovering over its nest.

6. And I waded the darkness of the night, its gloom is black,
And I crept into the lion’s den, looking from embers.

7. And I came to the homeland and the night is long,
Embroidered the dress of the horizon with star flowers.

8. I smell by it the lightning of iron, and sometimes
I stumbled on the edges of the dark brownish cloak.

9. But I did not find except desolation over infertility,
So I said a staff overlooking a river.

10. And I sensed nothing but a bud over a nipple,
So I said a seed rounding on wine.

11. And below the homelands of the alive is a deadly struggle,
Fortified with chainmail, bloody-clawed.

12. It peeks out from a black branch,
And reveals from a reddened cheek of the sword.

13. So I walked, and the heart of lightning throbs with jealousy,
There, and the eye of the star looks with blinking.

14. And the wing of madness flew to it in me,
So the wing of panic flew away from me.

15. So I said: "Slow down, do not be startled, we
Will fold the ribs of the night away from us in secret."

16. And I calmed a soul raging in fright,
And I wiped an inclining shoulder that leaned in pretense.

17. And I tore the pocket of the night away from it, though
I raised the wing of the eagle away from the egg of languor.

18. And I kissed between the cheek and the halo,
And I embraced between the neck and waist.

19. And the rhyme of the necklace was enraptured from a bracelet,
The youth’s breeze and intoxication swaying with it.

20. Gazelle-eyed, wild cow-lipped,
Wine-colored, cherry-lipped.

21. Swaying in a gold bracelet,
As the flowers of stars intertwined over the full moon.

22. My passion and my tears met in her love,
So from strung pearls and from scattered pearls.

23. And the hand of love has robed us at night
With a gown of embrace that the dawn’s hand tore.

24. And when the light of dawn appeared, it was as if
Gray hair appeared on the night’s temple from dripping.

25. And it dropped the cloud’s gown from the morning’s shoulder,
And the spirit of flowers slept on the tail of darkness.

26. I set out, and below the star is a cloud’s veil
That heals as ash healed over embers.

27. Every night is crescent-lit with happiness,
Intoxication breathed in it the breath of gratitude.

28. And every palm for the prince is generous,
In it the blade smiled with the smile of victory.

29. And it dashed with it, going away as if
A shooting star dashing or a fate running.

30. To God belongs what is carried there and who carries,
Far from the range of voice and fame and mention.

31. Refuge is sought from it through the best lion-hunting,
The shining of the praise, glory and good news.

32. And it whitened the insignia-bearing Mansur when he walked,
The wings of victory shaded the wings of the eagle over him.

33. Upon him is a right hand that overflows his right hand,
And that the sword does not close an eyelid over a chord.

34. It stirs the floods of the sea in peace and commotion
With the spending of the noble hand and fresh conquest.

35. He has a banner, if fate contended under it
The eras of nights would be counted as blond from dark-haired.

36. And a resolve that humiliates mountains submissively, and championship
That shakes the lofty necks of the reddish bold ones.

37. And a bright face that its mask unveiled,
As the thinning of clouds unveiled the full moon.

38. If his coat of mail concealed it in closure
A crescent of it would appear rising from a sea.

39. He walked between fires of lances’ blue steel,
Blacksmiths and banners’ green leaves for his banners.

40. So every banner leaned its shoulder toward him,
As branches lean upon it in green leaves.

41. And every rosy blossom inclined toward him,
As if a flood streamed from it over straw.

42. He tours with him the bridle of morning,
And the sea foams in the land with him.

43. And the gray Waddah who bore a sheet
Of beauty that the eye did not pass in insight.

44. It lowers the lines of writing on his antelope chest,
And he obscures it, and the cultivated dark-skinned woman.

45. And peace flows from him what war provokes,
At times to peace and at times to publishing.

46. And brown, had he not maintained an image
The eye would not have recognized him from the night of estrangement.

47. Long of honorable forelock and neck and passion,
Short of tail and ear and eagle.

48. He has a glory that victory accompanies, a shooting star
It suffices you in the Chapter of The Victory out of ten.

49. As for the opening of the bright banner about him a page,
He certainly saw in that page from ink.

50. And he attained noble qualities of old age in youth,
So the fullness of the moon was complete in the new moon of the month.

51. And hopes descended upon him, and they are noble,
The position of Ramadan’s nights from The Night of Destiny.

52. Insightful, so we do not know if an opinion for an event
He contemplates or an arrow for a testing he aims.

53. Bestowed upon him are bounty overflowing and ambition,
So from an abundant spring and from a tall mountain.

54. His are all comforts that whitened every page
In every place, so excellent things from pearls.

55. If his right hand wiped over the face of a night,
It would uncover the mask of the night from a passing moon.

56. I shot my hopes toward him, though
I carried them to the barren pasture for rain.

57. And there is no hope but the book of intercession,
When calamities burden, its burden pulled harder than my rope.

58. An intercessor, if I implored the era of youth through him,
The pressing of the sad tear would have poured from pressing.

59. And in me is the touch of a complaint I cannot bear to reveal,
So if I do not come to the prince’s door, then for an excuse.

60. And if the eye of darkness were filled, I would have filled it
With the new moon of the late morning at the palace’s rise.

61. And man is nothing but his heart, and if it walked
With the caravan of passion, then I am with the journey.

62. Oh Abu Al-Tahir, I direct it to you as a greeting,
I was sleepless composing it, the charm of sorcery.

63. I cast its rhymes unto you, though
I strung with it a precious necklace over the throat.

64. So block the crowns of glory and power, and enrich generosity,
Spacious in the abolition of the kingdom, the command’s hand high.

65. Unfettered is the tongue of the sword, the guest, and the dew,
Lofty is the minaret of destiny, fame, and pride.