1. O breeze passing by, carrying the violet,
When the rose of his cheeks bloomed and exuded fragrance,

2. And the sun at the time of morning glow was eclipsed,
When the radiant garden of his cheek sparkled at dawn,

3. With charm his glance protected you,
And charm plays with minds and with imaginations,

4. Why is your pouring as a youth to youthfulness?
The time of old age, and it knows not a path,

5. It wandered confused in the ways of love,
Plunging into a valley, then climbing up a tower,

6. Sweet to him that he was lost in the maze of passion,
Whoever is lost in the maze of love, has succeeded,

7. No sincere lover despaired in his maze,
Nor sought from it an exit,

8. He melted from the fire of disdain, and he has not,
Towards relief from its heat, a recourse,

9. He inhales news from the scent of the morning breeze,
About the vicinity of purposes and hopes,

10. His heart has settled in it, and his beloved,
Would that in it his body had settled!

11. Would that he were of those who stayed in its land,
And journeyed to it heads bowed low,

12. And saw the station of his beloved from its cave,
When Ismael in it was the desired,

13. The perfect, the elegant, the brilliant Al-Lam'i,
Who with knowledge and perfection is crowned,

14. The smiling, bright-faced, joyful Basim,
Who was a dawn for beauty, radiant,

15. The expert, the perceptive, the intelligent Al-Lawdhi'i,
Master of rhetoric, eloquence and imagination,

16. A man mature in thought from the light of wisdom,
Inclining to rightness even if he walked crooked,

17. In the forbearance of Ahnaf he impersonated a tolerant man,
In the beauty of Joseph he moved down a slope,

18. What good fortune did the son of Maqla attain,
In the beauty of a handwriting that glistened with splendor,

19. It appears on paper such that even its blankness,
Is musk on cheeks exuding fragrance,

20. Rather, every letter you see of his letters,
Is a glance you see it crooked and twisted,

21. The fine poetry of Saheban you see it not,
Of its system except the crude and nonsensical,

22. He gifted me a poem from his composition,
A flirtatious one in which he excellently created,

23. A beautiful girl of a unique pearl her origin,
She tells of beauty, adorned and bejeweled,

24. Her sea of pearls is endless,
And the like of it from another will not come out,

25. No meadow has flourished with splendor,
And with the essence of flowers topped.