1. When sleep takes the reins from my hand,
I cling to the folds of my fanciful dreams.

2. I care not for the crescent moon or the full moon,
As we take a path that twists their light.

3. The neighing of the cross-eyed horse startles it,
And the howling of the wide desert confuses it.

4. May God protect you from past perils and future foes,
Who pluck at the edges of the impregnable fortress.

5. With half-closed eyes, it watches the flocks of stars
That divide time between eagle and pleiades.

6. It saw in the curve of the sand a spark
Reeling drunk between the campfire and brazier.

7. And how many smooth-cheeked beauties below it
With curled tresses and double cloak fluttering.

8. When the night draws near with its cloak,
I take off the brilliance of the watchful one.

9. I rise up to it while the stars seem
Like partridges scattered on the horizon.

10. Over the smooth surface, the distance shortens
With the pacing of the racing wolf.

11. I confide my sorrow in it while the enemies watch me,
In the darkness of night they lie in wait.

12. I spare it the ignoble wind, though the breaths
Of dawn have left their mark on the roses.

13. In me, an ambition rises above the abode of disgrace,
Gathering the heights of glory in Ahmad.

14. It is a zeal - if roused for battle,
It goes unwavering, not weak in shoulders.

15. Its home is the dwelling of virtues and heights,
Its obtainment is lasting fame.

16. From it, glories cling to the glorious one
Who goes to meet their goals and finds joy.

17. And extends a generous hand that rivals
The streams of clouds, layered and intertwined.

18. And flutters wherever praise or slander has passed,
Like the fringes of a cloak, flowing and rippling.

19. No garden’s sickness is cured by the south wind
With a waft from the depth of muffled musk.

20. As if blithe spring in its chambers
Drags the train of the perfumed red robe.

21. With the sweetest fragrance of its charms
That neighbor, guest, and stranger seek refuge in.

22. To you, O Al-Abbas, caravans traveled
Guided by your name, by your light they find the way.

23. Over them are youths from your people
Chanting rhythmically, chorus after chorus.

24. And they complain to you of the blows of fate
Upon the remnant of your people, shattered.

25. The people before us contained the pride of the valiant,
And left us the dregs of the diluted cup.

26. Inevitably will come a day of uncovered perils
That grant us the shade of outstretched wings.

27. For you are a goodly root, and I am its branch,
And what noble one was ever cut off from its trunk?

28. And how much generosity do you have toward me
That adorned me with the collar of the warbling dove!

29. You remained protected in dignity, abundant in bounty,
With the courtyard of honor before you, steps leading upward.

30. And your day bends the deception of yesterday toward it,
Looking with affection toward tomorrow.