1. The morning hastened as a refreshing breeze blew,
Surpassing to bring you congratulations, my friend.

2. The full moon of glory has distracted it from
Sprinkling dew on the full moon's folds.

3. A full moon of beauty in the darkness of its branches,
Unchanging in its rising and setting.

4. How much wise calm my brother possesses, and how much
Playful vigor in my brother stirs restlessly.

5. I know not when he takes the cup,
Whether bright red wine or cool water.

6. Is it a shining goblet in his cup,
Or gray hair whose fire is ever blazing?

7. A branch is waving, and a sprig of basil
Spreads its fragrance, perfuming the reveler.

8. The zephyr turned it as if
A raisin revolved around his goblet.

9. Say not the cluster has soured its drink
For him who quaffs its drafts cup by cup.

10. Rather he saw it revolve around the goblet and so
His face is frowning from the pain of gout.

11. You have manners that distract me from a draft
That he sips from his mouth to enliven hearts.

12. And a nature in you, from its gentleness,
Has made the breezes of youth blow gently.

13. I refrained from it, and the tenderness crept
To my earlobe, stinging it with pain.

14. O breeze, I have never been
Averse to you, so approach me sweetly!

15. Go to Basra, and from my mouth
Convey speech more fragrant than your perfume.

16. In the assembly of the Lord of Miná
Pilgrimage has lodged since he was a child.

17. Show kindness to Abdullah there; he
Is a Kaaba that has removed sins from life.

18. Rely on his sublime origin, and say:
May your rising that dispels sorrows be blessed!

19. O you whose light, whenever
They try to extinguish it, grows more intense!

20. The winds of bliss have made your abode fertile,
So the land of your generosity has remained fecund.

21. The best crop you have cultivated is a branch of glory
That abstinence has nourished delicately for you.

22. It grew in the lap of your sublime ancestress
Who suckled Sua’d and not just milk.

23. That servant of the One who filled the heart
Of his enemies with love, even when angry.

24. Your intrepid cub in a litter
That terrifies even an enraged lion.

25. Glory has chosen for him a splendid mother,
And has chosen from him for her an honorable match.

26. And over their offspring, before
They were born, it was said: “Bless them to prosper!”

27. So congratulations to you on a wedding whose happiness
Will endure in the life of time without gloom.

28. I have stroked the heart of the exalted one; his joy
With a hand that left no wounds within it.

29. Rise and congratulate Glory, O Saad, for one
Whom Glory has not chosen as a beloved before him.

30. And do not ask about the envious, but say:
Passions that have found in love an obliterator.

31. The people have spent the night in their rancor
Tossing about on hot coals.

32. They vie for your glory, O you whose
Repelling of them has impelled people to court.

33. They have followed you to the Most High, and how many
Sought but failed, while you attained aspirations!

34. So they missed from you a son of glory who has not ceased
To have the longest arm in generosity.

35. Where is one in the world whose traces
The comets have contracted to follow?

36. The shooting stars envied his face
For he possessed what they must pay as tribute.

37. And the horizon adorned by them
Wished he would take their place.

38. O people of the age, cease your boasting
With lances that have never gained any portion!

39. For with his sublime tenth, a young man has won
Whose sufficiency has been the Most High and Watcher.

40. More marvelous, his abstinence nurtured him,
So the world’s insight has not ceased to hold him in awe.

41. Is not the tender dawn breeze wandering gently at dawn,
Reviving hearts with its cool perfume?

42. For you is a wit sharper than its traces,
So the blossoms of glory have opened, sweetly fragrant.

43. The greetings of the evenings are a ransom
For faces that shine upon the delegation serenely.

44. And for the wet palm in drought, a food
From a people whose palms have dried up in fertility.

45. The affliction of miserliness has emaciated him, so no
Cure or sword can become his physician.

46. The attributes of one of glory have become strange,
Embodying glories that were unfamiliar.

47. Wherever glory journeys, passion for people
Leads the valiant caravan.

48. He is an ocean, and thus his mouth
Casts pearls into the assembly pure.

49. He is the rain, and most fitting that you see
The rain emulate his aim and strike true!

50. Where is one like him, the host, when
The land of his towns sought delicious food?

51. When the valleys were barren in wintry desolation
And the land was desiccated, dry.

52. He extended his palms therein, then called
The camels heavy with milk closer.

53. Then he was joyous when he heard
The copious milk gurgling angrily for the towns.

54. The cold of praise would perish were it not for a king
Who at every moment wears the mantle of glory.

55. He has delighted praise, for he
Is one who lends an ear to praise eagerly.

56. Refined in taste, he loves the
Maidens of poetry who have come to him as Arabs.

57. He has proposed to the virgins, enamored with them,
So he has made generosity endure in life as a suitor.

58. He is chaste in his love for her chastity,
While she longingly traverses the plains for him.

59. She will forever invoke for him, saying:
May I never see the sunset of your glories!