1. My heart was inflamed with yearning when lightning
Flashed, illuminating the one with shining cheeks

2. Then dawn appeared spreading its cloak
Like a deluge swirling in the pond

3. If your smile does not explicitly show
Then your love, my gazelle, has surely hinted

4. And I looked when the guard was unaware so it startled me
Good tidings to your people roaming in the valley of separation

5. The schemes of the enemy expanded treacherously
When the valiant pounced, space was confined

6. Where clouds grumbled, their edges gloomy
And the sanctuary donned the garb of spring, embellished

7. And a weeping lover's tent shone eastward
If the maidens doubted him, he would cease

8. He abandoned the encampments, restless of eyelids, so if
Imagination stumbled in its gaze, it would not blink

9. He counseled youth and against a blaming conscience
He gave leadership to old age, not by choice

10. If its descent aggrieved him, it is he who had
Aggrieved people by lingering and plotting

11. He complained of the crow of separation, grim of state
Until it deafened the ears of loved ones, whitened

12. The turns of fate stumbled due to Magid
If he did not fight during tribulations, incited

13. And if a watering place was unfamiliar to his steed
It would not scoop its edges with yearning

14. It would bolt like a wild beast, its shadow outpacing
The poles of the tents shaken and uprooted

15. I do not incline toward disgrace, nor is my affair
Entrusted to the spineless trustee

16. I repel the permutations of nights if they
Cross my resolves which are cutting swords

17. And I stir him if he extends his hopes toward it
With both his hands like one whose grasp was not withheld

18. He has commands of Sodad which the enemy
Despaired of him and sickened his enviers

19. A face around which humanity circulates in its horizons
And a hand that would suffice for a tribe, if it brandished

20. A resolve which had tethered its reins to him
Formerly roaming the deceits of wishes

21. I thanked him, my winged one whose flight
Sprouted, its pinions fluttered up to take off

22. O bestower of my wellbeing who was not spiteful
And pilferer of my wealth, though I was not destitute

23. You have been excessive toward me in granting this world
Clothing me in the garb of wealth, or am I mistaken?