1. My beloveds, had you disobeyed the blamer
I would have answered the insults of the pouring slanderer

2. And cooled him somewhat from the heat of passion
And restrained him from whisperings and confusions

3. And detained some of his tears in his eyes
And healed an illness intrinsic in his essence

4. And showed him the pleasures of lovemaking
In the days of joy, morning and evening

5. Our days in the embrace of intimacy, when passion
Obeys the youths with pacts and paths

6. We do not fear the jealousy of a frowning lover
And union is sweet without barriers or scarcity

7. We play on its dunes with the gazelles
Of a grazing doe scattering in the meadows unmindful

8. And we spend the night in the thickets concealing our secret
Fearing the chaste would be forbidding

9. And we lurk watching for the absence of the guardians
That we may hunt eggs like partridges, deceived

10. We walk on the dunes between gazelles
Of delicate, white, tender-hearted doves

11. No sooner did they release their gaze to pasture
Than they got some of them as warriors

12. They hunt every armed and resistant prey
No matter how much they deploy their ropes

13. And their melodies spill from the top of the abodes
Intoxicated, modest, rational

14. And it is as if when they resonate from playfulness
A roving eye has contended fairly

15. And it is as if their faces are moons of nightfall
And as if their braids have flashes

16. And it is as if when they smile flashes of lightening
But they are more beautiful in rising and setting

17. And it is as if their fangs against fate contain
Honey, and their tastes, spirits

18. And it is as if they swaying and swaying
The pure bend swaying, tilting

19. And they have wrists, bending softly, and chastity belts
Adorned with bracelets and anklets

20. And when they promise and fulfill, but loyalty
Is seldom found, they are known to delay

21. And it is as if when I passed by my beloved
Of shapely neck, I stopped enchanted

22. And it is as if in my heart there is blazing rancor
Seething my sighs loud or low

23. And you would imagine if you saw my tears flowing
One day of departure, maidens and crones

24. And it is as if the tears of my eyelids in their flowing
Between the meadows, flowing and streaming

25. On the right of the Caliph and the chosen beloved
They came to separate beauty and perfection

26. And dirhams, and chains, and tables
And couches, and coverings, and ornaments

27. And slender, firm slave-girls
Who straighten resoluteness and submissiveness

28. And his expected downpour, pouring
To the hopes of the seekers, requesting

29. O eminent, majestic, chosen Sheikh
You persist in the coldness of majesty, kind

30. You who grants palaces and their cultivation
And their towering, lofty construction

31. And the perfumed, pure, thoroughbred horse
And the resolute, judicious archer

32. And the chaste, brilliant, beautifully adorned bride
And her dower, and you would later fulfill

33. You have accustomed yourself to incline with piety
Always, and to bestow generously to the asker

34. And you ordered it not to hesitate to bestow
Until your donations make you hesitate

35. And indeed you have granted gifts over tribulations
That flowed from you, struggling and contending

36. I swagger in my dependence so guide me
To scattered dependencies which I lean to

37. A dispute came to you from the servant
So you became in it disputing the servant

38. I say to whoever anticipates a need
Or who fears calamities in tribulations

39. Seek from him the utmost
That I anticipated and contended

40. The mother of the wandering youth in the paths of ascension
The best of men in nature and ancestry

41. The erudite scholar of perfect traits, the content
And the follower of the straight methodology, the practitioner

42. And the highest chief of guidance and direction
And the most pious and complete guardian

43. The enricher of the poor with his breaths
And the aider of the weak gently, inclusively

44. The washer of filth, cultivated in prohibition
And the clother of abundant knowledge to the ignorant

45. The guider of the misguided with his secret's spark
And his pull to the Presence, the lazy

46. The carrier of the whole which fatigues humanity
And the prominent, mighty, universal

47. The giver of the precious solution, generously
And the just, intelligent, reasonable ruler

48. The advocate of the Sunnah from his sides
And the denier of destructive, false innovation

49. A youth who studied Sufism deeply
And learned the sciences, issue after issue

50. He listens to poetry recital with his hearing
Until you would think him preoccupied with memorization

51. And his heart has an excursion in every meaning
So you see him leaning from one meaning to another

52. And he assaults what he has contained jealously
So you would think him, were it not for his majesty, jesting

53. Indeed, if virtues come to him
They would reach wishes, and turn away streams from him

54. The sayer of good in his groanings
And the doer of good, the benefactor, the doer

55. You joined our poverty with our wealth
And made the generous pouring one similar

56. And with the spontaneous you joined Hatim
And left everyday speakers in eloquence scant

57. The epochs of time have been adorned for you with traits
With traits dispelling the barren era