1. I swore by the dawn when you left,
And by the night poetry when it flows,

2. That I found solace in love,
As long as I live and breathe.

3. My critic, excuse me, for I am a man,
Whose passion is love and infatuation is my excuse.

4. Do not insist on love from one who does not tire,
To the likes of froth, nothingness and futility.

5. I linked him like a gazelle by his glance,
Harut narrating the verse of magic.

6. He brought us its clusters as if plucked,
From his cheek in the olden days.

7. With it we had our love, so we said to him,
O welcome sun and full moon!

8. I found bliss in his essence and saliva,
Joyous from a cup and wine.

9. How many nights have I spent awake,
While he in them, was unaware and sleeping.

10. I watch the moonlight on his face,
When it appears in the darkness of his hair.

11. The crescent of dusk emerged on the horizon,
As if a necklace on a neck.

12. Or a bracelet tightened around a wrist,
Or a hand circled around a waist.

13. Or a radiant forehead in the morning,
Appearing to us like the dawn.

14. Or an eyebrow like a bow from his arrows,
Whispers stirring in the heart.

15. Or a rod bent in its bucket,
What's on it is like the moon's ornament.

16. Or a servant leaned over
The steps of one whose hair my poetry adorned.

17. My Master bestowed fortune and glory but did not
Cease to be the most Sublime.

18. Matchless, unparalleled in highness,
I appeal for his mediation and intimacy.

19. His right hand tells us of his gifts,
And his smiling face of good news.

20. Dewier than rain his palm,
His generosity more faithful than the sea.

21. No flaw in him except that,
He gives without fear of poverty.

22. His gifts are beyond count,
Transcending enumeration and measure.

23. Were it not for him the smile would not have shone,
And the smile would not have appeared with his name.

24. I swear by fate, if I stop,
Praising him, I will be at loss.

25. O watcher of the army and eyes of the world,
And the pride on the forehead of time.

26. Your generosity augmented the abundant seas,
And the mention of Moses after you.

27. So extend a hand to the enemies,
With it you conquered, O Master of flow and ebb.

28. And of your gifts upon us, give the most bountiful,
For they are sweeter than droplets.

29. How many hands do not tremble, upon one like me,
In ease and in hardship?

30. Take this ode in which I rose,
And which composes a necklace of pearls.

31. Innocent in descriptions, virtuous,
My mind brought it forth.

32. It aspires to prose's beauty in its rhythm,
And rhythm can be beautiful in prose.

33. So live long, without a rival,
O surpasser of matters.

34. You still rise to the highest heights,
To the ascensions of Gemini and the eagle.

35. Your star remains forever,
The sun of highness, alive for eternity.

36. The warbler did not sing in branches,
And the branches did not sway with blossoms.

37. Until the smile of praise shone, and parted from,
Composing the essence of gratitude.