1. You are all virtue. Is there in a glance from Mutayyam
Any room for reproach or words for blame?

2. My regard does not see in the abode usefulness
And what eloquent hopes to benefit the non-Arabs?

3. As if the gathering of clouds and the weakness of kidneys
Strayed in their margins from the text of firm decrees,

4. And the eye granted it, when it stumbled upon it,
Nothing but a fearful glance from an imaginative one.

5. And when we inclined to the open country, a deterrent
Who straightens the necks of the racing steed.

6. And he knows that passion misguided me, so why
Does he gesture with the edges of the forbidden herd?

7. And will fervor awaken except with a stance
In which it takes refuge in your pouring tear?

8. With a melody we were accustomed to, and in life mischievousness,
And the prime of green youth did not decay.

9. I remembered days of union as if
I attached the tail of imagination that surrenders.

10. And with the red slopes of the protected area
Gazelles leap with the looks of a watcher.

11. And they wink at us with eyelids, and they refused
That their eyelids be dyed with blood.

12. And if not for the fact that for love there is awe
A hand that guaranteed the flow of the resolute sword -

13. When the gentle breeze rains its breaths
The clouds incline toward it, belonging to it.

14. And if Abdullah extends to pride its sale
The plain of the sovereign stretches out to it.

15. With an honorable event in the abode of Amer
Added to its usual ancient one.

16. Of the people, not the flatterer hopes in them
With pain, nor the praiser blames them.

17. They prevent the neighbor, and the discourse is bare
If one of the nights hints with veneration.

18. So he travels from them, and the living with his water
Plays with the shadow of the triumphant winner.

19. He came to them while the events of time are foolish,
And returned while in them the traits of the resolute.

20. And the burden of fate in them was lighter for him
One evening when he cast off the weight of love near them.

21. I swore by the like of the crescent in the lands
Every blood-kin of theirs for the ritual-marker mourned.

22. So let their hands lead the horse of separation
And the scent of distance in a ruin after ruin.

23. When the ghoul of the road startled them with it
The warbling songs of the camel driver followed it chanting.

24. It contends with the riders as if he
Is wary of an embattled lion with blood.

25. So we visited the Sacred House, and it was emptied -
The soft sands of Hatim and Zamzam.

26. You came like the moon extending its dome
Upon a horizon with the surrounding darkness intense.

27. And you visited as spring visited cloaking
Its call, so it revived every withered and ruined thing.

28. With an opinion dilemmas walked through it
At the edge of the polished smooth spearheads.

29. And resolve - if war donned its mask -
That bends the tubes of interlaced confusion.

30. So your green days - their margins are like
A rippling of beauty of the ornate cloak.

31. And you, when you penetrated in seeking exaltation,
Like the kindling of firewood beneath which is a burning hand.

32. And sufficient for the emulous is that you wrap
A cloud over the one you choose from its edge.

33. And how many envious spent the night winding over the embers,
A bag of sorrows from a smiling watcher.

34. For you is the immense honor in whose shadows
Praise is sheltered in the blessings of a benefactor.

35. And extended glory nestled in the bosom of being honored,
Around which the tails of stars hover.

36. And here I am hoping in your time for a rank
With a rising in glory never attained.

37. And I have praise - and it is the most hopeful means
To you - like the rhyming of strung pearls.

38. And how many tongues compose poetry, so it incapacitated them -
My words grew tough, and the sharp blade is in my mouth.

39. And an era passed in which I did not attain wishes
So I have nothing left but the sigh of the regretful.

40. And I have no hopes but you, for they
Fear people who slumber from glory.

41. You remained for a glory the enemies evade
Wrestling the spying tubes in order to crush them.

42. And hopes did not cease in you, fresh,
Fluttering over your divided gifts.