1. I am content in love with little,
With an imagination that visits, or a false promise.

2. What fault of Hind, if I sought her pleasure,
And she surprised me with a frown?

3. Was it for a defect she disliked me, or suspicion?
Or was it for gray hair, she said to it, “Enough!”

4. I am a full moon, and dawn has appeared on your cheek,
And dawn chases away the full moons.

5. O day of gray hair, who do I have while she
Spends the night of youth gaily?

6. I said gray hair is light, but she said,
“I desire a lamp for that light.”

7. I said there is no merit in the blackness of hair
Except for us, unlike the color of the minister’s sacrifice.

8. Between the people, you and him,
A large collection of my poetry has circulated,

9. You have a face, proud and unique,
Like the era of the minister between eras.

10. My only occupation is your love, and my praise
Of him - these two are my garden and brook.

11. And if the one who rebels against you cramps my chest,
Then my praise of him is the cure for my chest.

12. Everything will pass away except my love
For you and praise of the great minister.

13. How many tears have I shed from your estrangement that tell
Of the minister’s gifts, a flood of seas.

14. Were it not for your love, I would have guarded my tears
Like guarding the minister’s religion from sin.

15. My tears are for you, and the dew of my hand
Is shyer than abundant pouring rain.

16. And if I was wrong in loving you,
Then praise of the minister is like atonement.

17. No, and my persistence in loving you, my passion,
Is no less than the minister’s persistence.

18. How can I dare to kiss your mouth, O Hind,
When the minister’s way is to close all breaches?

19. So pour me a cup of wine,
Like his character, without corruption.

20. I have no patience to abstain from your love,
Or abstain from praising the blessed minister.

21. I am needy for your affection, as people
Are needy for the minister to remain.

22. My eyelid and the minister’s banner
Were both called licentious and victorious.

23. Gift me with union, your clouds have rained,
A handful from his abundant comfort.

24. Many a night I stayed awake for you until
Dawn appeared whose light is the greatest light.

25. Your gifts burden me, and his generosity makes me
Unable to carry the burden.

26. Do not humiliate me for my stubbornness in loving you,
As for enemies, the minister is my ally.

27. In you, O Hind, is my passion, great
As the minister’s passion for generosity.

28. And if there is any deficiency in your love,
My praise of the minister completes my joy.

29. You have a gaze that tells the tale of coquetry,
And his benevolence tells of the son of Kathir.

30. It is a gaze whose lassitude has much mischief,
I sacrifice the minister for that languor.

31. And if you let down your wavy hair,
It mimics his outstretched banner.

32. And if you open your kohl-lined eyelid,
We seek refuge in his victorious sword.

33. And if you smile from your rosy mouth,
It is more beautiful than his eloquent words.

34. And if you wave your shapely braid,
We say it is like his swift spear.

35. Take an example, O her heart, in loyalty,
Loyalty from him is the strongest wall.

36. And gain, O time, gentleness and kindness,
In loving her from his esteemed character.

37. If I were resolute in loving her,
His resolve in wars would have empowered me.

38. Loving her actively affects my heart,
Like his hands actively in his hoarded wealth.

39. I swear her spittle and dew
Revive the dead before the Day of Resurrection.

40. Nothing is sweeter than her union except praising
The minister - if not for my inadequacy.

41. You are a match for her abundant beauty.
She is a chaste virgin in your widespread shadow,

42. She appeared to your private hearing.
Every verse in it has a beloved and praise,

43. Drawn sincerely from my conscience.
She repeated unto me intimate words that tell

44. Of sweetness to be savored in repetition.
A guide for those who wish to praise,

45. Each of its verses is considered a pearl.
A model on which poems are imprinted,

46. It is for poets a constitution.
Her dowry from you is a gift of love,

47. The transient's dowry is the lowest dowry.
And gaining wealth from prose and verse

48. Is a deficiency for the esteemed noble one.
My words are precious pearls, and the likes of me

49. Have not been sold for worthless trinkets.
Poverty of the soul is humiliation and disgrace,

50. While wealth of the soul is honor for every poor one.
How many wealthy have become equal to the destitute,

51. And how many poor have become matchless wealthy!
So upon your beautiful face, my greetings,

52. And to your generous abode, my presence.