1. Shall I be slain midst your seriousness and jest
With the arrows of your sick, healing eyelids?

2. Your sleeplessness troubles me while you are tranquil
And your love intoxicates me while you are sober

3. I weep for passion while you are heedless
And I excuse myself in people's gatherings while you abstain

4. So why are my tears not confined
And why is the agony of my love not relieved?

5. Your consent to your refusal is evidence for me
Are they not both my soul and comfort?

6. Your face in the morning bears no evening
Just as the evening of your hair no morning

7. I have a moment that flies to you in longing
So here is the wet-winged one flying

8. Your face above your stature is my gratitude
For the ripening of seeds by spears

9. Your coquetry is salted after conclusion
It says I say after commencement

10. Your lips are the essence of my poetry
Its strange beauty in them ascribed to correctness

11. I have become of my secret and tears
Between concealment and exposure

12. My hearing perceives not the door of commandments
While your gaze knows the door of wounds

13. So if I have sinned in loving you
Then my wounds suffice me for my sin

14. It is right for one whose chant to you was sincere
And right for the writer of secrets to praise you

15. And I am but the son of God's grace
The brilliant star of splendid meteors

16. My father is Al-Abbas the heart captivator
Sufficient for the army is its crowding in the battlefield

17. His aid to revive a dead person
Is like the overflowing of his bowl in time of need

18. A generous man whose hand has multiplied
The destitute and reduced the people of dignity

19. A lonely man whose heart has no second but you
Nor intention in the world beyond praising you

20. Pleasing of eye, perturbing to enemies
Protected in honor, bestowing in generosity

21. Terrible in lineage, easy in manner
Hidden in intention, manifest in righteousness

22. His attributes protected him from inclusion
No comfort turned to him for comfort

23. The conversation of the slender-waisted, even if we blamed it
Is not more beloved to him than the conversation of spears

24. Nor is the whiteness of lips, though delicious
As sweet to him as the whiteness of blades

25. The dew of his garments and might
That melts the insolence of the vicious lion

26. And generosity, if diffused in the wild
The son of nobles would be devoid of stinginess

27. It is unlawful that his obligation to praise be dispraised
He dispelled dislike with the permissible wealth

28. He has a pen, by God's grace reviving
For us to live by after death

29. So I know not whether over Tarsus
It embroidered or the dawn wrote in the morning

30. A lion in dispersing the course of matters
And the fastest of winds in battles

31. Darker in the hearts of the white
Than the complaints, which are the complainers of weapons

32. He is the son of glory, the well-guided one
Sturdy in creed, fluttering of wing

33. Shall I praise a man of merit and exalted breast
And the happiest writer and most honorable eraser?

34. There came to me in praising you a eulogy
From an Imam, sweetening with his rainfall my breath

35. I was intoxicated by his words, praising and thanking
The one who said them, who took the place of my comfort

36. So be delighted at the pleasure that quenched my thirst
O goodly drink and morning!

37. So prostrate not in your praise, for it is truth
And some praise is more lying than prostration

38. And how many reproaches of you they conveyed
And preparations by which my rests increased

39. Your enemies in their injustice were misguided
Though they were eloquent and outspoken

40. If you make peace with them, they are safe and perfect
And if you fight them, they become sacrifices

41. O family of Al-Farooq, your house is lofty
Thick with glory, guarded of regions

42. So why should the writing of secrets be beyond you
While the secrets of writing are of clarity?

43. An expression of your meanings excellent
With which you adorned the garden of desolation

44. So you gave the roses a cheek with it
And you cleaved with it the mouth of buds

45. So take them, daughter of its night, a bride
Led to you like the smooth-cheeked gazelle

46. The stature of its branch in withering
And the face of the moon from it in exposure

47. So if there is shortcoming in your praise from it
Then the effort is to me like success

48. And I am no poet, far from my sciences
And I see not gain in praise

49. For I have from the Grace of the Merciful wealth
That protects from need and overpowering

50. And I did not intend by praising you but affection
With which I tame time from rudeness

51. For I know that in life there is a loyal one
So I question the regions in the regions

52. Were it not for poetry with the scholars prolific
I would have burdened inspiration with my conception

53. I see in knowledge from it a thousand lights
That call me, alive! for success

54. I would restrain my poetry from poetry
And extinguish the flames from the sparks of my conception

55. And here I have cast off the deceits of fate
So my fate to the virtuous has wings

56. I have admonished with aspects of etiquette as soil
And I did not set for its street a wing

57. And I was compassionate to the daughters of thought as an orphan
For gray hair warns of spirits

58. And I was chaste from the wine of my praises, so when
I found you worthy of it, my praise was good

59. So the wine was lawful for me, and I was
Almost choking on the burning water

60. And if I were able, I would come hastening
To you, and attain the clear glory

61. But who am I to spend the night cheerfully
To give the cup of your words in the morning?

62. I comfort my hearing with a scattering of pearls
From your clouds pouring down

63. You remained for a nation, if you did not protect it
Its souls in separation would have fallen

64. So your action for good is the name of conclusion
So remain as long as the letter of commencement remains!